Hi Chandraji this rao i like the poem gain in pain... yeh I do agree the fact that pain...agony.. is an inspiration for many poets even me to discover the self and pen the content..................
pls read my poem www.poethunter.com/laxman-rao/poems
Pls read my first poem & my last.............if you wish the inbetweens..
Chandra Mam, a very gifted and talented poet. Her poems have a peculiar style that carries a lovely message in the end. She writes lovely poems, Cinquains, Acrostics with ease. Her poems are of all nature, on current affairs, on social topics and its really worth reading. I wish Chandra Mam all the very best and may she continue to write such poems and inspire readers.
Also special thanks to PH for creating such a marvellous platform where poets can contribute poems and communicate too.
Ms Chandra Thiagarajan is a poet with wonderful insight into Indian life, womanhood and social entity of the human folk around her. Her regular poems are highly reflective of her concern over the issues at large and her triplets are just like the pearls of great wisdom. The ease with which the poet analyses the intricacies of life with special references to the individuals who have been known to her more or less adds to the perfect blends of poetic devices and apt diction used every time. I have a strong feeling that her regular poems have to be given greater credit as the inclination towards writing triplets and couplets cannot serve any good purpose in these times. I wish Madam Chandra Thiagarajan all the very best ahead.
The poem, My Mother starts as a ditty, transforms into a paean of your mother's care for all, a sense of cleanliness and helping hand to her kin, but ends unfortunately as a dirge with an elegiac tone. But she is a successful mother completing her task satisfactorily. Peace be to her soul. And a great poem with rhyming endings.
Not for her are flowers
From her childhood she disliked and hated decking herself with flowers. Flowers she'd not wear in her hair for, as them she did not care. Her mother's pleadings fell on deaf ears. Not for her are flowers.