Name Of My Confidante....... Comments

here I've come jobless stranger as an alone wanderer, ..... wow! well done

it's not will-o-the-wisp of beauty, not the Newton's Apple tree, not the Buddha tree, EUREKA! EUREKA! EUREKA! screaming out I'm in lonely but not in crazy I find my darling beauty in my living solitary her name is - POETRY ..... beautiful

Poetry is born from the womb of this world, no doubt, but the process of creating it needs some solitude, which I think is different from being lonely or alone. You have ended the poem beautifully.

When poetry comes to our life, we no longer will feel lonely or deserted. We are introduced into a larger world of fellow poets and we are able to commute to wonderlands of imagination! Boredom deserts us for ever! Mahtab, you have beautifully summarised the effect of poetry in our lives! Top marks

'Lonely I'm'! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.

Great comment, Roaming aimlessly and feeling lonely are two shores of the same river. May you find a suitable engagement of your liking, I pray to Almighty and still you have time to write your passion (Poetry) . Loved the way you wrote this poem.10++++

no darling here is no confidante here is no flower here is no garden of making love here is I find here lonely I'm....the poets obsession of not having something he he deeply contemplates is amazingly expressed here! A beautiful poem...10