Thursday, February 20, 2014

Footsteps Comments

Rating: 5.0

I was walking barefoot,
I asked the man,
Who came in my way!
Why I was so wrong,
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Rahul Singh Rana
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Shreya Nair 11 May 2014

it's very thoughtful... keep writing!

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Bharti Chandwani 02 March 2014

A fine piece....reminds me Antove Chekov's GRIEF.........keep writing.....

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Nasarudheen Parameswaran 27 February 2014

A fine poem of depression; but subduing to the inevitable fate in this society.All are busy; none ready t hear the other.A good criticism

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Akram Saqib 26 February 2014

this world has become a haunting place where every body is scared and terrified due to some unknown reasons. you have depicted correctly the same aloofness of human beings from humans.

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Musliim Priincess 25 February 2014

Really good and meaningful

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Elena Plotkin 24 February 2014

Powerful! ! Evocative! ! Not sure about the use of the word wastage.

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Patricia Grantham 24 February 2014

Your poem is very sad in its expressions and feelings. Yet there is an underlying quest for adventure and excitement. Until you satisfy this longing you will always be stagnant just like a river thats drying up. Get up shake off the dust and keep it moving. Good poem.

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Psaltydog * 24 February 2014

This is a very moving poem. I feel your frustration, attempting to find a listening ear.

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Noreen Carden 24 February 2014

Everyone deserves to be heard and seen lovely poem full of longing to be seen and understood

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Gabriel Jirgba 24 February 2014

Buddy I love this poem alot -I mean that- but I must say you omitted a few things which were important eg you could have pointed out how blue and depressed you were when you met the man in that sense, someone would know he did not care at all -I mean even if he could not understand what you said(didnt know your language/deaf) , smiling at you means he wasnt blind; and if he wasnt blind, he(considering his age) should have seen or rather, understood something quite serious was going on at home(within) and well, thats if at all he was sane

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Lauren Rosina 23 February 2014

To me this story seem's to be about how unexpectedly hard and challanging the journey of your life can be, how uncaring over people can be, how you can lose your way and lose sight of your goal and yourself. I mean more that that as well but I am not sure how to put in to word's.

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Mikita King 23 February 2014

Bon voyage. Perhaps he was deaf. Someone out there may know the answer.

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Kerry Sheridan 23 February 2014

For the long journey towards the unknown, a desire for belonging, I can relate. I like it

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Valsa George 23 February 2014

To be listened and heard is everyone's desire...! When our sorrows are shared, they are halved! Any way you have a zestful heart that wishes to travel thousands of miles! ! Proceed with confidence... When your steps are confident, others will follow you! Good write! !

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Suman Kumar Das 23 February 2014

A very moving poem............Dear Rahul! .....deep thought with heartfelt words.................really enjoyed it. God bless you!

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Vishal Sharma 23 February 2014

A thought full of passion....! ! life is a journey that we all are leading......! ! ! Impressive write dear friend

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Shania K. Younce 22 February 2014

I see the old man. To me the reason why he laughs is not cruelty. But, seems to be a sort of wise. Like he holds knowledge of every-day life. He has lived a long time. As if he means life comes and life pass. Just the way life is and we don't always have control over it. I really like this poem. It is simple which makes it all the more enjoyable. Bien!

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Life indeed is a journey and every step we take affect our travel. Rich in realism my friend!

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Poetheart Morgan 22 February 2014

Keep walking...the only way to experience things in life...and gain understanding....Very well written Poet....

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Jeff Siegel 22 February 2014

A lot like Poe's A Deam Within A Dream. There always is a struggle between what we do in reality and what our subconscious shows us what we still can do. Nice going. Keep on travelling!

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