Saturday, August 9, 2008

The Ugly Reed Comments

Rating: 5.0

Wild reed I grew along the only banks I knew
A peter pan came and plucked the ugliest of those that grew.
The reed wondered what better fate could it meet
than to lie unidentified at the maker’s feet?
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jyoti saxena
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Sathyanarayana M V S 08 April 2009

Jyoti, I dont know how many times I read this poem. I feel like reading again and again. My gut feeling is that, reading this poem gives the same 'Punya' we get reading a hymn on Lord Krishna. You are no less. You could make scattered letters into a a bouquette of verses

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Egi David Perdana 27 August 2008

oh..so much, this a real poem

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Sathyanarayana M V S 09 August 2008

This is just great! ! With ultimate love we can become His flute. I remeber a story.Once Meera went to Brindavan and wanted to enter an Ashram where women were prohibited. She asked'Is there another man in Brindavan, other than Lord Krishna...' Except Krishna all others in the universe are Gopikas. Your poems have given the taste of great divine hights. Thank u very much.

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