Vanished Syllables Comments

Really we blessed with love, true love is a blessing, tides of suffering made me weak avoiding questions, evading answers unable to wipe tears, deep in my fears living like an innocent idiot, loving like an enlightened fool with silenced song in hushed tones vanished syllables here I seek

Love those last lines, particularly the very last. A true poetic heart beats here, for sure. ;)

Sonorous, well penned poem.Wisdom and intellect played a beautiful role here.Kudos!

With the passing of the years, we gain in wisdom - the innocent idiot and the enlightened fool pale away. Well penned.

On every birthday, even I am reminded of the years that have gone by, the time and emtions wasted, the happy days etc. Beautiful poem.

very beautiful poem... an innocent idiot and enlightened fool :) . Very expressive

this might be in your 50th birthday when this verses came out from your pocket of mind, it's well expressed and great write indeed

love this prasanna...am going to take this as my 50th birthday poem! ! ! ! ! many chords struck..thank you for the poem! !

sonorously good...i will go farther than hills and farther than great seas to beg the lord 'give me the soul, i had of old'....syllables ride on the wings of time....weary hours chain us..keep on writing.all the best

This is even a more poignant 'Lament'! Heart rending and powerful! But still all is not lost! Only thing, old blisses will be replaced by new ones!

well written poem, touching..

In fifty you had the same breath but it made many up and down strokes many times you felt it difficult breath but you still may it rise for another 50