A splendid poet, with wisdom extending over decades and yet serenity and grace untouched by time.....
My favorite are her collection of poems about the Princess and black horse.......
I Deeply admire her and wish her a bright future ahead! ...............Regards
Poet Neela Nath is the talented and gifted poet.
Its an amazing gift you are blessed with.
Her poems flows freely on any topics
And are very pleasant to read.
May you keep on contributing valuable poems to this poetic world.
Don't ever stop writing.
Keep writing continuously like before.
Looking forward to see you with many more poems from your ink.
Wishing you all the best!
God Bless You!
I have read some of your poems and must say that they are most enlightening and
very interesting. Just like a football pro knows his sport so a poet like you knows
his poems. I go on an adventure every time I read your works. Looking forward to
the next visit!
The lines that you wrote here have all the grief for the members of P.H. as well as to the people of literary world but we have all our heartedly blessings for you and prayer from Him to bless us with your company for longer a time.
I regret for my being so late in coming to your contact.
May God bless You
With a lots of best wishings and blessings
Nila, you are a poet that write everything that stopped by in your days, the moment you had as sincerely as you can. Some of your works can be sad and also the rest happy and different feelings, and to me its is a natural emotion that we all experienced as a soul in life. People may see us in different colors as we are but then we cant follow what they said as we know we are who we are. Its not easy to cure hate, but its easy to not hate so if you wish to write a poetry just write because here all emotions are free to pour, to share. Not easy really to protect our feelings from being hurt but if we start to ignore protecting ours then we will fall down. what is important do what you like as long as it not bothering other people, could be sometimes we are wrongly misunderstood but then explain what it was under the poem...people are having different colors so they may not fit or fit with some different colors, as to be beautiful take all colors. Keep writing and never afraid of what you have built because if its good, God will help_Unwritten Soul
Now, there's no heaven between me and my bygone days of past. It was only the shady shelter of my mother's veil, the affectionate smell of mother's hands which told me, it was a heaven's door, between the wall of paradise and earthly life of innocence.