To The Singing Lark Comments

Took a long time for me to find this singing Lark. Having found this sweet singing bird, i realise the search and wait was worthwhile. Like the Cuckoo bird, it is so difficult to spot a lark. Are you warbling of love in inextricable lays Or chanting hymns to the God of greater heights Diving up and down like a mysterious sprite Are you trilling of the charms of enchanting sights. Similar thoughts run through my mind too. Birds are lovely. Their music even lovelier. And a poem on a singing lark by the lovely poetess -Valsa is marvellous! 100

Let me comment on this poem like my teacher- Lark - noun - something done for a joke or amusement. Lark -noun - A small light brown singing bird with long pointed wings. The singing bird is hidden in you and you can't see it, but you can listen to its song and you are capable of doing (not something) many great things for amusement of your readers. So you have done in this beautiful poem.......10.

The birds are such a joyful part of life. Their unique abilities are a blessing. And their songs prove to be a comfort and a delight.

The lark has left everything to the poets down and has gone missing unable to hover over the heads with newer crowns.. The poor bird is perhaps, aware of the violent lower skies and flees to the depths of unknown heights. By the by dear poet, when these chirping birds are around you in plenty WHY THOU SEEKETH THY LARK? | Delete this message

A wonderful and soaring poem... makes me wish I could fly!

A poem that makes me feel good. Wonderful verses tell the story of the lark and its magic song. I love the poem Excellent

Ah! What a marvellous rendering. The description takes one along with the bird.The last para is such a pleasure to read. It's really on par with P.B.Shelley's poem. Great. Thank you for the nice poem.Best wishes.

A beautiful and delightful poem Valsa, very descriptive and enchanting.

A good and very lyrical and descriptive dedication to a fine feathered friend. Some lovely lines - Have you made the firmament your haven of rest? sometimes we wonder when we so low see them ascend so far. Terrific.

a wonderful poem! Why do you dwell in the heights, solitary and alone? Have you made the firmament your haven of rest? Good imagination on height and its issues..