Dear Sudha Iyer, A lovely poem by your daughter, how old is she. It is heartening to know and read the works of all these young budding poets. I also appreciate the parents behind these kids who surely have instilled such sensitivities and thoughts into them, L, Kamla
hi chitrajan and srilatha, thank u for ur feedback on ashwathi's poem. she's 15 and completed her class10 just now. she writes a lot and has quite alot of poems to her credit.she's written many articles for times of india school editions adn has won the newsmakers award too. am actually looking for a publisher who can publish her collection of poems. would like more feedback on this poem. also will post some of her other poems in future. :wave sudha
thanku kamala for ur encouraging words. ashwathi is 15 and true as you said is very sensitive. ucan visit her blogspot Lets Fight Child Labour! an online campaign against child labour. rds sudha
Dear Sudha, The poem is great. Ashwathi is doing a great job. It is a really very good poem. English is dancing in her hands. Post more poems so that we can enjoy and appreciate. thanks and regards, sujatha
Another one from Abhishek UNTAINTED He sits there alone, Watching the birds fly. His eyes move along with them, As they fly high and high. A hand rests on his shoulder, He smiles and relaxes under its loving weight. She too smiles and moves closer, But his love turns to hate. The hand, he sees is white It is all bone, no flesh. He throws it away from him, His world then turns to a mesh. He turns and looks at her, And slowly a memory triggers, He touches her face and, Who she is, he figures. He looks deep into her eyes, Remembers the love they had But now he thinks, Why does this feel sad? He sees her eyes widen, They widen so much, there are holes Where her eyes should be. He pushes her away, like she was burning coal. Her lovely round face he sees, Begins to pale…. It becomes white Until it is not but a skull. He turns and runs, not able to bear the sight. She covers her face in her hands. Tears fall slowy, they burn like cold ice. She falls to her knees. Begging to god with her pleading eyes. Diseased as he is, under schizophrenia She still loves him, all with loving grace. She wipes her tears and smiles. “At least he touched my face” I stand nearby and watch Wondering, as my eyes filled with tears save. If I had love like that, I would go with her to the grave.
Dear Chitrajan, Yet another poem on a less common topic ! I wonder how he got this idea ? It is surprising how he chose to write about a schezophern? ( is that word right?) He has a way with words & I hope, he continues writing along with the pressure of his studies. Please convey my best wishes to him. Love To Chitra From Chithra.
dear Chitra, He does seems to have a way with words and imagination too.....a very vivid one.....he is really a budding poet yaar.....ask him to write more and more! thanks for sharing with us too!We are all benefitting by reading such works from young budding talents!
Dear Sudha Iyer and Sujathae, Lovely poems by your young talented ones......keep sharing with us.... Maybe you should have a seperate sub forum, so that we can have easy access to them....otherwise we can miss all this lovely outpourings..... Congratulate the little ones!
Dear Chitra, I must say that after reading Abhishek's poem- I was stunned for a few seconds, touched to the core. What depth, what sensitivity, what mastery with words and thoughts-- I can't imagine that a teen-ager who lives a previliged life can address an issue as grievous as mental illness. What is unique is that he has gone into the mind of the schizophrenic. Please convey my appreciation to Abhishek. I do not have enough words to express them. This is one of the most poignant I have ever read (and I read a LOT of poetry)
Dear Chitra, My eyes tooo filled with tears when I read UNTAINTED. Abhishek seems to be a sensitive guy & a good observer. Pls do come back with more of his poems - it's beautiful!!!!!!!!!!!!! Love,