The Ward Comments

poem written in blood

poetic feelings about a ward.nice

Write comment. Such a nice poem, Roop R. Read my poem, Love and Iust. Thanks

Blank walls! But, with hope. Nice work.

My eyes viewed this miserably gaunt figure. The feeling to retch! I caught myself to stabilize.To catch my breath I stabilized myself and breath in this concept. Interesting and wise sharing really. Nice poem shared...10

For those who process reality differently. Those we call mentally deranged, because they are not a part of the norm. Those that see what we can't and are blind to what we see. Thank you for this poem Roop. There are some aspects of reality that is hidden behind walls and sometimes we forget about these people. Only God in his/her mercy understand them and his unconditional love abides with them always.

I felt the suffocating experience of having visited a psychiatric ward! More than any body, I feel pity for these mentally deranged people! The first line itself is so catchy..... the blank look on their faces and the glassy eyes give a glimpse into the hollow, bleak world they inhabit! What a grinding fate! Seeing them, we are likely to question the divine dispensation! Why some are pushed into a mire to wallow in dirt and filth! It is before them, that we become so helpless! Your poem has given a gruesome picture in all its vividness and horror! Remarkable write Rupa!

You are a female Shakespeare unleashed. Their madness has a violent beauty and you captured it wonderfully violently. Isn't there a beauty in violence?