Tuesday, January 18, 2011

Empty Nest Comments

Rating: 4.1

Sweat in summer,
Shivered in the winter
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Santosh Sharma
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Sunita Pardikar 07 January 2018

Exactly expressed my feelings.

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Allemagne Roßmann 29 August 2011

Nested sequences of life old, young and the cycle continues....Life is not permanent though the nest is unless is destroyed.Nests get transferred or tresspassed or tessellated or masqueraded but every nest has some stories behind to tell..A very experienced hand in contemporary poetry

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Rekha Mandagere 01 August 2011

Nest, once glamorous, full of life becomes lifeless and dumb.What a tragedy! Why should the children discard their parents when once they become independent.All children should read this poem and make home free from silence and spread the blanket of happiness and gay everywhere.

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lost soul 03 May 2011

very nicely written intricate account with dual meaning perhaps with respect to the writers own life experience

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Romeo Della Valle 01 May 2011

What an excellent and well crafted write! Very poignant and thought provoking poem! 10+++ Keep it up! You got what it takes to inspire the whole world, talent! Thanks for sharing! ...

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Why does the nest get empty? Why do have to become old Why tell me why! Sad but significant. It is the rugged reality of living! Well done my friend.10/10

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Amy Marie 30 January 2011

I like the end :) It was catchy.

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Nimal Dunuhinga 29 January 2011

slice of life with great remembrance!

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Hans Vr 29 January 2011

Good poem, Santosh. Poetic reminder to all of us to keep honouring our beloved parents. Let's all give a call to our mother or father at this moment. Well done.

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Ata Ata 27 January 2011

nice to read, well penned the circle of life, great work, well done, thanks for sharing

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Lynn Glover 27 January 2011

A beautiful depiction of the cycle of life of our feathered friend. Enjoy the visit with them and really enjoyed the flow of the poem. If time permits maybe you could read my 'The Empty Nest'. I used the squirrel for my write. I give you a ten Santosh and keep up the good work.

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Kevin Carney 27 January 2011

Very beautiful imagery, you depict the circle of life so vividly. I really enjoy this poem. Nice written 10

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Mohammad Akmal Nazir 24 January 2011

I liked the way you depicted the whole situation. The poem is extremely rich in imagery. Nice write.

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Christine Kysely 23 January 2011

Very Nice Imagery Santosh! I enjoyed reading this very much!

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Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar 23 January 2011

symbolical. all old parents experience it.10, shan

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Leela Devi 20 January 2011

interestingly penned/lovely to read

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Jenny Gordon 20 January 2011

It's fascinating, because by the conclusion, I had imagined the truly empty nests that sit starkly framed against the sky in the leafless trees over winter. Yet your final stanza indicated the hard-working parent had not strength to leave the nest and lived in it alone? It is an incongruous picture since It never seems to be the case in the natural world, and yet seems fitting for its application to people when they speak of 'the empty nest syndrome.' You excellently depicted the parent's love and delights and diligence, and then desolation. It is sad, but I enjoyed how well you presented it and the lovely scenes in the earlier portion with the vitality. It's a very sobering reminder...thanks.

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Seema Chowdhury 20 January 2011

Happy New year to you. a very nice, deep and a thought provoking poignant poem. we all have to go through these cycles and phases of life. life is like that, a beautiful poem. pl see my poems of 2011 too. i just posted them last night. take care

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Naida Nepascua Supnet 20 January 2011

symbolic cycle of life, nice interpretation. I felt sad. Hope the nest won't be empty in time.

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Miroslava Odalovic 19 January 2011

Now aged is will No strength in wings Empty is nest Silence all around. Very nice melachonly poem. Even though sad somehow gathers strength in silence for a new flight.

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