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Addicted to love, of course. And its wonderful to see the children growing up... the beginning was really good, mamta

Dear Mamta, This beautiful poem is a gift of a weeklong home visit of your son from Europe. Your poetry seems to me is a blessing of your real life dreams and you have the art to involve your readers and friends in your personal feelings and moods. Best Regards. Naseer

Each word glitters in its poetic beauty and each image wraps the poetic gems in your journey from this season to the soul. CP

Beautifully expressed. I always wonder about how a mother would ever be able to go on with her life after her children grow up and leave. though life goes on, the emotional investment of a mother is huge and the void created when children grow up and leave is tremendous.

Good poem Mamta...sweetly reflective...life offers a lot always any age...no wonder we get addicted to it...10

In your fragility lies your greatest strength. Your candor must endear you to all of your readers. You give yourself away in words so very effectively. Lovely work... Always your friend, Sandra

Dream is on and desire is burning, to have the one that we've always want.Great work Mamta.

Dusk was singing a dirge, felt appalled well written confessional poem, nice rhymes 10/10