Quietus Comments

this is a beautifully written poem. he miracle of motherhood and the love.

great a mouth-watering smooth tears of the eyes, explosive in distance and blind beginning of my naval birth...so powerful that, in the absence of my Mother's birth, it seem that i vividly seen and picture -out the day when i was born....Excellent and God bless

Nice job..... me like it...

beautiful poem i like it...

What a beautiful piece

I feel so. Great philosophy from a great poet. Loved the choice of words, the thought as well.

I agree with this philosophy. Through a waterfall of powerful words, You wash us with the reason of Death's existence. Absolutely powerful.

A poem of depth, infused by your deep sentiments, by which you compell others to feel your passion. Well penned.

nice n touchin' composition, rilly inspirin..

Quite sad mood, but great write. I also invite you to my poem called Anxiety regards

A very great effusive poem, warm and moving, which echoes in the heart for a long time. Thanks and best wishes. Chandra Thiagarajan

Philosophically wise! Very nice work! Terry

Beautiful poem, very poignant and meaningful.

'It was you who defined the nature of life as transitory, ephemeral, heart breakingly fragile' These lines are so wonderful! 'Without the fear of its loss, would I be able to cherish the nectar of life'- another great line! One of the beautiful poems on Death!

Wow! this poem is incredible for its theme and message. It certainly reminds me of the sonnet 10 of John Donne. One short sleep past, we wake eternally, And Death shall be no more; Death, thou shalt die. I liked it very much...

yet a greatest tribute to a departed soul light of love when blazes glory of shadow heart flinches over tomb of reminiscence eyes still ruffles groping silence laid in quietus, most poignant write with ingenuity 10++++, thanks for sharing

You lay your hand at positive, this poem is the strong proof of that. There is an old golden saying, and so true that there is no guard of life as big as Death itself, for it doesn't come before its appointed hour...

Very philosophical. Great write, I like it