My Will And Testament Comments

Indeed, the legacy of a poet is carried onto his posterity in the form of his poetry. " Canopy of the sky" is a quintessential example of ethereal nature imagery. I'm rapt by the way you contrive your poems with hues of mother nature nuancing it.

In this tomb, under the canopy of the sky Lies someone, though a small fry Had a heart as big as a mountain high Who with songs of love, every soul did tie" Without a carving anywhere everybody knows that you are a person with a mountain high heart.

For a poet nothing is more valuable than her writings - -It is quite natural that she is more concerned about their preservation.The last stanza takes my breath away- - " In this tomb, under the canopy of the sky Lies someone, though a small fry Had a heart as big as a mountain high Who with songs of love, every soul did tie" - - -A great poem from a great poetess of our time.

So emotional, so touching and so powerful - - - - It is as if I am going through all these emotions- - -As we age, pains and aches capture our body - - -Our reflexes slow down- -Sad and depressive thoughts cross our mind- - Death is inevitable- - -But as with aging the questions like how to face death, what will happen to all the possessions we treasure now come to our mind.Part-1)

This is a poets poem, one I think a writer understands, that words are the memories of what we were. Wonderful poem Valsa. your immortality is guaranteed.

The poem itself is another stellar work, in a fine and expanding body of work, it evokes everything emotion that humans face of their mortality, and the acceptance of inevitability. Its a beautiful and painful read, showcasing the strong will of the human spirit, given up material possessions, the trinkets the meaningless excess for accepting the basic value of what is personally rewarding. Books and words.

This poem scares me more so then any I have read on this site, my heart is beating faster after reading your words, reading this does feel like you are given your actual last will. While death is bound to take us to its country, I pray that you are not embarking on that voyage soon. I do hope you are well!

Oh, Valsa, this poem is so very intelligent and provoking the reader to think and feel - and at the same time, it gives rise to emotional responses.. This is writing at its finest, my dear. 10++++++++++++++++++++

" That Death should come and summon me Before I grow too frail to be a burden on myself And on all those who are close to me" A true wish of all those who are in the final phase of life. The poems and songs one created will live for ever.

A great work of poetry as your 800th poem. Many congratulations Valsa. My prayers for you to pen another 800. And I am more than confident that you will do it. We are of the age when thoughts of death are never too far . You express these thoughts so beautifully. Still dear friend you have many more years to go. So keep adding the rich treasure of your poems.

This is a great work in the form of your 800th Poem! I express many congratulations to you from the core of my heart! The material gains that we achieve in life are perishable but the art that we can create in our life time is a timeless gift to the society for eternity! Any poet, approaching the dusk of life must relish this masterpiece! An invaluable piece of poetry!

I congratulate you dear madam for being completed eight hundredth poem having the title " My Will And Testament" which is a great philosophical poem relating to your life. The last stanza is much impressive. Thank you too for posting here with us.

by the every drop of water you make a great ocean of poem from its root to the peak formed in such a way that no universal cataclysm can touch it

So good that I have nothing to write... Amazing!

What shall I say Valsa...all that I thought about myself this morning, you have expressed them here..it looks as if you have written this on behalf of me...I can only thank you...thanks a lot with all my prayers and good wishes..God bless you dear friend

Once death has claimed my life, bury me all in white As a symbol of the purity of soul I tried to maintain With white blossoms covering my coffin And this, you carve on the grave where I sleep! A soul stirring poem so beautifully penned. Congratulations on your 800th Poem, dear Valsa. Great! I salute with a full score.

Emotionally powerful ink. It makes me think about myself what will happen when i leave this world. 'When I am gone, share among yourselves All that I have saved over the years I don't have much to offer in cash or kind Except some trinkets and a few pieces of jewellery'...is straight from the heart. Loved it.10+++++

Awaiting the dawn of 1000th poem.Happy evening in the world of poetry-

A lovely poem beautifully penned. Thoughts of death perhaps are universal, young or old, and they let you in touch with some of life's nuggets of gold.