Monday, August 31, 2015

One In A Million - Part Ii Comments

Rating: 5.0

Once again a hollow burrows in me,
Once again, she is packed and ready to fly.
Sometimes I see her speculating – Sometimes, it is me.
Only Questions… and perhaps, it is the same for her too.
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ROOP REKHA BHASKAR
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Suresh Kumar Ek 03 September 2020

a good poem to be remembred

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Kumarmani Mahakul 02 September 2015

Yes. I do. I also know your silence and the closed door. Your mother is always waiting at this point – every time you walk through.........a mother is really the embodiment of love and sacrifice. A beautiful and intensive poem having well expressed and aptly penned. Thanks for sharing.....10

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Kelly Kurt 02 September 2015

Beautifully written! I can relate. Thank you for sharing, Roop.

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Valsa George 02 September 2015

This is exactly we feel each time we send our children back to universities after a vacation or new places of work! I can feel the warmth of this mother- daughter relationship in every line! Let us hope that she will feel at home in her new environs! I too miss my children, especially the one who is still a student in a far away university for whom vacation is practically nil! A 10

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Abdulrazak Aralimatti 01 September 2015

Your concern for your child proves the status of a mother and a poetess You are indeed a good mother and poetess

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Roop Rekha Bhaskar 31 August 2015

You have always been supportive. You are such a great poet and to get any sort or encouragement or comments from poet like you is an honor. My humble thanks Nair.

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Madathil Rajendran Nair 31 August 2015

“Can you make rotis’ for breakfast tomorrow? I’m not going to get them in Rome you know.” Great! Rest assured she is well-rooted. (10)

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