For long, my house has been lying deserted
My gate has not been opened wide to let in anyone
No guest has so far come to visit me
Tired of distant wanderings
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Now abruptly when you announce your arrival I feel excited and equally perplexed What shall I serve you? I am at a loss My hearth has not been lighted for long And my kitchen pots remain empty......what a touching inscription with wonderful imagery! A beautiful poem with nice concluding is well executed.
Nice thoughts in the grocery of poetry is the best service to a special guest, but he should be a special guest like me.
you can’t fool me, Valsa, I know the groceries and butchers and bakers in your town. your house is FULL of delectable treats to serve whomever you wish! ! ! ! I shall insist on nothing less, as your guest, than a full menu of fine Indian foods. if I have to, I’ll put up with: Chinese, French, Italian, Brazilian, Mexican, ‘American’, Ethiopian, or Peruvian cuisine. you may read your poetry to me as I dine. bri :)
Thank you Valsa for this exquisite meal you have prepared for us all. 'laughing wings', 'brooding shadows', and 'poetry's platter' all have a unique and fulfilling taste. Now I need to read another of your poems for desert.
In poetry's platter I shall serve my thoughts warm, Garnered in the lonely hours Of my solitude! The only dish I have! A great poem.......................10
Valsa, I enjoyed this unusual poem which allows the reader to make many applications, well done. Loyd
hopefully love the sound of..... But as I have known you since long I hope it will appease you I really in..........poet made it in deep feel
What best can a poet serve to a visitor than thib as the poet has described here. So brilliantly it is penned here which claims all the credits in it's beauty
The solitude of life that has been deserted so long is an experience and happiness one who likes it. Noble and spiritual thoughts appears in minds where there is experience of solitude as well as loneliness. The poet expects the guest after a long while and confuses the mind what to serve. Ultimately decides to serve the wonderful poem that deserves to the great guest. what else can give by a pure mind other than the thoughts in words and poems. A great achievement in imaginations here the poet expresses and wonderfully made it and it likes.
Wow! The only dish... hah! appease caught me off-guard this is a keeper
In poetry's platter I shall serve my thoughts warm, Garnered in the lonely hours Of my solitude! The only dish I have! A love gift in the shape f a beautiful poem written with the sincerity of heart.Well expressed. I enjoyed it Col Muhammad Khalid Khan
So original as the story unfolds with inspired lines you dish up a feast of your great talent with your poetry! Outstanding write!
Really enjoyed this poem. Words are a great sustenance for the mind.
And I am simply wondering what is keeping my host from serving me all this while. ha! Please Prof. Valsa, be quick about this service, because I am simply tired of edible foods. In all the homes, I visited, I have been served delicious and palatable foods, some hot, others, cold, some salty, some sugary...I cant continue like this, please serve me your soul food, the one from the bottom of your heart and forever I will remain in your home. Beautiful poem Prof!
And I am simply wondering what is keeping my host from serving me all this while. ha! Please Prof. Valsa, be quick about this service, because I am simply tired of edible foods. In all the homes, I visited, I have been served delicious and palatable foods, some hot, others, cold, some salty, some sugary...I cant continue like this, please serve me your soul food, the one from the bottom of your heart and forever I will remain in your home. Beautiful poem Prof!
You are serving the best thing to this special guest, poetry is close to your heart and that is what you are serving, nice one, thanks for sharing :)
What a unique and wonderful thought. Poetry can feed the soul, mind and body. Its wonderful attributes can make us full. Its encompassing features, we will never ask for more. A clever poem, brilliantly conveyed and crafted. To my Poem List.