Losing Identity Looked Futile Comments

Life is precious till death knocks at the door. Interesting poem.

Fire claims to be truth within. And this is absolute truth too. Love embraces life time to time. To the memory of pure mind, whisper has whispered a lot. An amazing poem is very brilliantly penned. Thank you very much for sharing this work with us...10

Illusions of love and life! ! ! Hustle and bustle! Still alive! ! ! ! ! ! ! Able to overcome. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.

The whisperer kept whispering to me The pure mind does not need memory to remember Listen to the whisper..10

An interesting write of ones life plight that forever searches for truth....well penned

To drown self in the depth of the truth......profound piece.....thanks for sharing, dear friend.....anjandev roy.

To drown self in the depth of the truth......profound piece.....thank u, dear poet.....anjandev roy.

Some faiths are like this and we all are tested with death within the life.

Sir, You are one of the very few poets I endear Love your friendship and poetry my dear friend Sir I may be like a father +80 years Rgds

This is good. The way you describe lifes tribulations even that you contemplated suicide but saved yourself just by your own self will. And you are still alive. Great poem.

The fight between the truth and false is so thin one has the tendency to drift away from reality. May God keep us safe from shaytans whispers. Very well written poem.10+++