* The Shore Of Love ** Comments

Wonderful poem, I liked it...............10

I like the confidence inherent in your poems. Last stanza touches height.10+ for any of your poems

Wow another one of your poems going into my favs, this just really speaks to my soul.

A very enjoyable read....great.

wonderful poem Anju, well done.

The struggle of life unfolded in beautiful poem

I, clasped the reflected sunrays with both hands like a summer-dried fountain awaits those raindrops just to remain afloat, ....Very readable lines....had a nice feeling while going thru your verse......10+

Wow! Well written.10+

Well, the ultimate is good, Anjali. Beautiful poem.........10.

Very beautiful romantic piece. The words flow elegantly. Excellent job.

Congratulations.....Never Give up...Never settle down for a compromise...All the very best.

HI! Wherz my Kissato.................. muaah........... oye.............. m the shore............

The undersea volcano of criticism gnawed my very soul Rachel Ann Butler

Anjali, Thank God, your love has found the shore, My love knows no satiety, new dimensions explores. CP

A very thoughtful and soul searching write... The paths of true love are always full of hardships and when you reach closer after overcoming a series of constraints, u really know the true meaning of love... And rare souls can know that... You are one resplendent star among those rare souls...

difficulties breeds success and surely you are successful in your ways.good poem to read and enjoy

The beginning, the body, the end...i cud see the optimistic thought of touching the shore when the force behind is LOVE. Applauds anju!

A stupendous written piece........well crafted as always! ! !

ah......... what a soul soothing and marvelous write anju.... like a fairy tale with a desired happy ending... may God keep you happy ever and forever.... many 10'sssssss like always rgds asif

the reflected sunrays with both hands like a summer-dried fountain awaits those raindrops...................... rain yet sizzles even over dry hills of summer as the gleams of grace inevitable redounds to love the utumn is very ahead by the season nothing is yet mystical as spring comes in its own way.............quite evocative write passion when haunted by the grill of wavering storm in the oceans of clouds by inevitability, while trudging across onshore, yet of unique style of expression,10++++, thanks for sharing