Sunday, August 23, 2015

I Am Not A Poet Comments

Rating: 4.8

I am not a poet…
Though my pen had given birth to some poems
On the yellow pages of a torn diary
Under the afternoon light
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Sanjukta Nag
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Rajesh Thankappan 11 February 2017

It is difficult to replant the uprooted love and make it grow the flowers of love. Enjoyed the poem for its thoughts and imagery though its content may be depressing.

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Chayan Sarkar 21 June 2016

Well confessing poem....poets always confess what is in their heart.

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Sonali Ganguly 31 March 2016

the birth of a poet is the result of introspection mixed with some mere emotions and unending imagination. well written.

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Souren Mondal 10 February 2016

'Today empty is my poem’s box, You were my insight Your love was my inscribe Now my feelings are hard like rocks.' It is a situation that only a true poet can describe with such precision.. Thank you Sanjukta. You are a fine poet.

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B.m. Biswas 24 November 2015

how a poet is born? the answer of this question is nicely displayed..... the mild......\ shook..........pleasure is quotable....keep presenting....

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Ramesh Rai 21 November 2015

Poet says something and every one is saying behold it and you will find the whole Creation is poetry.

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Seema Chowdhury 04 November 2015

Beautiful and an expressive write.

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Melvina Germain 30 October 2015

Heartfelt and a Blessing to behold, your words shine in poetry my poet sister.....

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Amitabho Sengupta 22 October 2015

An awesome rendition with the urge and pangs in the creator for giving birth new and new ones........

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Vishal Sharma 16 October 2015

my gosh....!!! its my way of writing words placed at the best places keep penning

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Loke Kok Yee 15 October 2015

I saw 170 reasons why you are indeed a poet, Thanks for sharing.-10

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Pamela Sinicrope 09 October 2015

I liked the vivid imagery you conveyed in this poem. I was expecting something different from the first stanza, but then in the second, you conveyed a strong heartache that took away your ability to write. I like the transition line, Today empty is my poem box. That conveyed the shift, but it was also an interesting choice of a physicial manifestation of your heartbreak and inability to write. Finally, the beginning and ending also added a nice rhythm to the writing and brough the poem full circle...Well done.

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Vishal Sharma 03 October 2015

wow simply awesome poetry touched my heart....

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Dhiren Doley 25 September 2015

Poets who write poems are may count themselves as poet but must count as recorder of the history of heart.

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Liza Sudina 19 September 2015

Poetry - it's like a wind of inspiration. Today - it is there. tomorrow - no. It's a process, a breathing, not a static result. when you write - you ARE a poet!

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Miraj Raha 17 September 2015

well written poem, but I disagree with you, you ARE a poet, remember feeling pain and disappointment is also poetry.As pablo picasso once said every child is an artist, we are all artists in our journey of life, and the fact you have spun quite a number of poems makes you even greater.Next time choose a better title, :) .

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Sandra Feldman 16 September 2015

Pain and disappointment can make you deny all, even being a poet. Very original and well written poem, even if you are not a poet. Enjoyed!

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Soul Watcher 04 September 2015

So profound poem, I enjoyed it, thanks for sharing.

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Dr Antony Theodore 01 September 2015

The mystery of those creations is not unknown to you The clouds of my condensed emotion And sometimes a bit of desolation Had poured the poems of happiness and blue. oh at the end you become desolate like a forlorn lover. is there a love break in your life.? take it easy my dear poetess. you are so young. life has so much to give you. dont be depressed. thank you dear poetess

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Akhtar Jawad 31 August 2015

Nothing less than 10.

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