Reminiscence Comments

O how this muse have absorbed, still incite such deeds. The progression of thought is lucid. Thank you Imam.

And now As the pen dances To the melody Of the strings of my violin It is the memory of you. Dear Imam, The poem answers its name, truly; it never betrays its title, I daresay. I particularly got stuck to your last stanza. As my fingers search for the right keys while I type this, I have your last stanza in the mind.

Ahmed Last time I missed this poem. It is so beautifully expressed, simple and touching. Really I like to read it again. I give 10

I like d it very much.last para is too good........

wow this is truly stunning the violen, my favorite instrument. i loved how you wrote about it