Saturday, April 21, 2018

Tanu: My Sister Comments

Rating: 5.0

A lily truth herself, a soul so pure,
who gets amused just by the sight,
of humble lilies of her courtyard;
Swaying during day, smelling during night.
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Nikhat Bano
COMMENTS
Lyn Paul 27 April 2018

Pleased I read your notes of Tanu and her disability. The joy a garden can bring is beautiful with the freshness of nature. I also like the idea of framing your words for Tanu. A wonderful poem.

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Edward Kofi Louis 27 April 2018

A soul so pure! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.

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Rajnish Manga 27 April 2018

Exquisite portrayal of a special relationship between a girl with physical disability and her flowers. Thanks. You've given them reasons to smile without you, they'd have been just lilies.

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Dr Antony Theodore 27 April 2018

You're a monk of your cloister contemplating with your lilies; These simpletons are glorified by your pristine presence and your smiles........beautiful, simply beautiful........ lovely and poetic.. tha nk u dear poet. tony

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Richard Wlodarski 27 April 2018

Dr. Bano, this is such a heart-warming poem. It clearly shows your strong love for her. Perhaps you can send her this poem framed with her lilies. Together with your love, it will do her a world of good. Congratulations on this tribute poem being selected as Poem Of The Day! Truly well-deserved!

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Anil Kumar Panda 27 April 2018

A great tribute to a sweet sister. Very nicely crafted poem with a smooth flow. It touches the heart with its simplicity. Congrats.10+++++++

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Bernard F. Asuncion 27 April 2018

Dear Dr. Nikhat, such a heartwarming poem of the day.... congrats for being chosen.....10+++++

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Robert Murray Smith 27 April 2018

An excellent poem. Well executed and written. I would not include the one cliche in this poem. It detracts from its excellence.

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Nikhat Bano 21 April 2018

Tanu, is my cousin sister who lives with her parents and works as a computer programmer. Unfortunately she is suffering from an incurable disease called Muscular Dystrophy. This picture is of her little courtyard showing lily plants, which she is proud of. Every spring she sends me pictures of its first bloom and every summer she also This time I decided to pay a tribute to her zeal by writing a poem about her lilies.

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Kumarmani Mahakul 21 April 2018

Every spring with its news of its first bloom sprinkle benevolence and affection. This poem is excellently penned and readers get motivation for spring...10

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