What Shall I Do? Comments

Restrictions in your life are binding you tightly with unresolved issues kept hidden, as you long for the sweet taste of freedom of mind and spirit to release your emotions with the dawn of a new spring of been able at last to be you! A very deep write, so honest and a beautiful write!

One of the best piece I have ever read so far on philosophy of life so delicately crafted with suitable metaphor...... after all where is that Utopia, that perfect place, that perfect state of mind, that perfect state of bliss......yes our mind dreams that Utopia and death achieves this.....Dineshji......phenomenal write....10/10

Ego is the most important thing for the animal world and hence for us, Once I read..if you are week and old never project yourself to be...enemy may chanced to attack... nice philo sophia...thank you sir

I feel the sigh of pessimism running after the sweet butterfly.

A Beautiful Philosophical write reflecting in different ways. There are some questions which remain unanswered in our life. Very true said, wounds cannot be shared, as today people may take as the weakness of a person and person may be wounded further. No one can heal anyones wound. Only self can heal it. in todays life Utopia remained mere a dream. Wonderful yet painful write on truth of life.

A lovely poem expressing the deepest emotions of mind. Here, I fully agree with a situation like when a person sees that by far his/her problems or sorrows are not being looked with sympathy, then the ego or the self respect guides to keep them very much within. Hence..... But I will never let you know them For you are much disinterested In all those mutterings... Though..... Time has ever ruthlessly caused discomfort And freedom of the mind is an Utopia. ....... Thanks for sharing.

I see nothing hitting my daily bread, someone who is knowing at the door I thought he is needing something. What should I do? Of course I should feel another heart. Wonderful poem written. Nice on sharing on desk.

Time weighs heavy on all of us, but our mind need not grow old. An interesting write Dinesh.

Time has ever ruthlessly caused discomfort And freedom of the mind is an Utopia. Yes, time causes discomfort! But freedom of the mind is what we make! If we shackle our mind in gloomy thoughts, we won't be able to see the flutter of sunny morrows! The whole poem breathes a sense of regret and longing! A very emotive poem, a wonderful write!

I want to chase a butterfly in mad flutter Along the corridors of the life left over I like the whole poem, but these line stood out for me the most. :)