Saturday, October 13, 2018

I Meet The People Comments

Rating: 4.7

When did my journey begin?

Do I remember?
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Fantone Mdala 01 May 2019

A piece worth a read. read and read just to read it again. Thumbs up Bharati

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Edward Kofi Louis 11 February 2019

I am Travelling! ! ! Journey of love and life; Planted long time ago! ! ! ! After the plan; Life! ! Birth from the womb. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.

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Akhtar Jawad 23 November 2018

The eternal journey has no beginning and it has no end. A philosophic poem, loved it.

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Susan Williams 19 October 2018

Likepearls in a necklace- - -note how those words jammed together look like pearls on a necklace! ! ! ! ! !

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Susan Williams 16 October 2018

Part 2. A truly deserving 10+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++= and a most awesome spot on my fav list. Because this is an awesome poem from an awesome poetic heart

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Susan Williams 16 October 2018

I have a question- - the run together words- -were they typos ir deliberate? If typos, I would consider making them deliberate because many of them work jammed together - the words empower each other. I was captivated by the meaning of this poem- -thoroughly captivated. A truly amazing thought provoking poe

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Bharati Nayak 18 October 2018

Thank you Susan Williams for reading and commenting.I am so obliged for your beautiful words on the poem. The words are jammed.But it is not deliberate.The more I try to edit , the more tight the words come together.

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Kumarmani Mahakul 15 October 2018

It is really an amazing expression on journey of life. Some lines may be cited here.... I call my co-travelersin different names Some are love and compassion Sympathyand companion Some arehatredand anger Abhorrence and fear. Beautifful poem so nicely executed.10

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Bharati Nayak 18 October 2018

Thank you poet Sri Kumarmani Mahakul for your wonderful reviews of my poems.

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Sekharan Pookkat 14 October 2018

Poetical, Physical, real and spiritual concerns of life are different. We may look into the reality and love this wonderful life

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Bharati Nayak 14 October 2018

Thank you Sekharan Pookkat for reading and giving your valuable opinion.Yes, life is wonderful and we should love life.

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Kishore Kumar Das 14 October 2018

Life is a spiritual journey from womb to tomb. Amidst the little span, one meets with lot of living and non-living beings....the journey has been beautifully described in your classic stanzas......thanks for sharing...

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Bharati Nayak 14 October 2018

Thank you poet Kishore Kumar Das for reading and giving your valuable opinion on the poem.Yes- - From womb to tomb, life is an ongoing process.

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Abhipsa Panda 13 October 2018

I don't have words to comment on this Mam...This is extremely beautiful....

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Bharati Nayak 14 October 2018

Thank you dear Abhipsa Panda for appreciating my poem.

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Dr Antony Theodore 13 October 2018

Was it in my mother's womb Or was it million years ago When God planted me in a cell..........moments are embedded Likepearls in a necklace.... love, compassion, friendship.... such a beautiful poem my dear Bharati, , , , , , i was just wondering how many ideas of u i miss while your great poems are all in another language which i cannot understand.......... you are the symool of love dear poetess. tony

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Bharati Nayak 14 October 2018

Thank you so much poet Dr.Tony Brahmin for your words of appreciation.I am so obliged. I feel really glad that you and many poets on Poem Hunter have showed their interest to read the translation of my Odia poem.

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Dr Dillip K Swain 13 October 2018

A beautiful poem that depicts the reality of life that you have gathered from your knowledge and experience from different situations with different persons! Well penned dear Bharati Apa!

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Bharati Nayak 13 October 2018

Thank you Dillip for reading my poem and giving beautiful comment. As per Hindu philosophy(as said in Bhagabat Gita) , life never ends.It only changes body after death like we change old cloth when it is torn and wear new cloth.Perhaps my poem comes from my belief in this philosophy.

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