Endless Tragedy Comments

Time metamorphoses childhood into youth and then slowly into old age. In this ongoing cycle what we treasure are our memories. A beautiful poem on the childhood memories. If it was within me, I would surely have recommended your name for the Nobel prize for the sheer quality of the poems I am reviewing today.

Absolute beauty. You bring into memory the childhood days when we used to live in a large house with so many aunts, brothers, sisters and uncles as a big joint family.Relatives were streaming in and out endlessly and there used to be an air of fair in the house.Missed that time terribly.Thanks for sharing.

You made me see my country; My home; my family, everything even up to the cows and trees. Going down memory lane is bitter-sweet. Such simplicity! such meaning! thank you for bringing my home once again to my heart. Watching if I misbehaved As mom garnished

I recollect my childhood days and it wet my eyes as a refugee who lost our land in one evening and flee on wheels to anchor in neighboring village. thank you for sharing such a nostalgic penning

A wandering nestless bird Ever on restless wings Beautiful lines. That is how the life continues. Beautiful in words insipid in reality.Unfading memories will continue to provide the cool shade of the tamarind tree.

As Valsa George said this is a beautiful poem, I wish my children could have such life away from the city. Nice one.

How I thank you for these truly beautiful words. I was moved.

What a nostalgic journey into childhood! I can relate to every line of this poem. The idyllic village life was so enchanting with its artless simplicity. How we miss our parents who had been the embodiment of sacrifice and love! All those are gone and now every day we timidly watch the advancing of old age! I always wonder if our children will be able to look back to their childhood with the same nostalgia as we the people of our generation do! In fact the kids of the present times do not have half our excitement and beauty now, though they are surrounded by sophisticated toys! Enjoyed this beautiful poem! A 10

You must be a naughty boy then, for the Arcturus to wink at you from the Bootes.. Let the mind be without being grey and without wrinkles. A child all the way....till the end. Enjoyed reading this one as I know the place fro where you were seeking answers from the sky. Thank you for sharing.

This poem incites numerous memories of mine growing up (until mid-teen) with seven siblings in typical village of the 1930’s rural Bengal. We too had a century old tamarind tree inhabited by numerous birds covering six joyful seasons. Reaching old some old-age problems limiting many of my activities I can clearly relate with Poet Rajendran Nair. The “changeless awareness” is indeed the blessing of our age! Thank you for sharing Matadhil, Tushar

This poem incites numerous memories of mine growing up (until mid-teen) with seven siblings in typical village of the 1930’s rural Bengal. We too had a century old tamarind tree inhabited by numerous birds covering six joyful seasons. Reaching old some old-age problems limiting many of my activities I can clearly relate with Poet Rajendran Nair. The “changeless awareness” is indeed the blessing of our age! Thank you for sharing. Worth many times 10, I give - - - - - 10 Tushar Ray

The memories of our childhood are the treasures of our life and the one you described about the tamarind tree are the fond memories that leave an everlasting effect.Loved reading the poem and remembered my memory of the neem tree.

This is perhaps the best poem I have ever read, Madathil. The details, the imagery, the wording and intelligent observation, combined with the emotion and awareness make this a stunning piece! Thank you for sharing this with all of us. Peace

The mess languishes in mess! ! When we fail to uphold the duties of life, Nice work,