From Under The Rubble Comments

This is absolutely brilliant, Valsa. At times the difference between expiring and thriving can be reduced to a few single words, or to an act of will. In fact, I suspect the metaphorical rubble can be destructive as well. Perhaps it is the abstraction, the metaphysical rubble, that can indeed do the most harm. A wonderful poem.

Well written poem. Much imagination there. Thanks for sharing 10

It's a wonderful piece of poetry! Scintillating expression! I always find a different taste in your poetry! My great pleasure reading your scholarly poems!

From Under The Rubble

“I grow exasperate under arduous strain” …….i’ll bet ‘you’ DID get exasperateD! :) “I know my senses wilt and wither Oh! How I grow weak n’ weary! I lie smitten, hurt n’ bleeding My eyes are going boggy n’ bleary Am I dead or alive? Am I in a gorge or grave? “ …………I like the alliterations all around. So, it was a bad day? bri :)

The only tune I listened in my mother’s womb The ever resonant song of my life! The voice that warrants- “I am not dead, I am still alive”! ! ................A wonderful poem...................10

may temples of Nepal tremple with fear... My eyes are going boggy n’ bleary Am I dead or alive? Am I in a gorge or grave?

Terrible terrible event Valsa....... So many emotions - so much tragedy......

When earth tremors and ground wobbles many beautiful edifices and human torsos are mingled with dust and are buried under earth. Earthquake is a natural calamity and a painful sight that you have composed aptly with excellent phraseology. Word play like wobble, crumble, tremble, pounds, abounds and gorge or grave etc are very attractive and heart touchy. I like this poem very much and want to evaluate 10 out of 10. Many thanks dear madam, may God bless you and your family.

A poem of great depth and pain Valsa-ji. You conjecture the situation of an earthquake victim brilliantly and conclude it in the hopeful rhythm of life. May the lub-dub continue for ever without cease. Prayers. (10)

So many killed in this natural disaster, Nepal now awaiting assistance. I thank my lucky stars for the safe country I reside. You have presented this so well. Thank You

Tremors rock the earth, wave after wave Rupturing and displacing underground plates You related the external tremors with the internal feelings. Heart is with all those who face such a colossal tragedy. Whole history seems to be in danger of being erased. A timely poem. Thank you.