Love In Palm Poem by Kumarmani Mahakul

Memories. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.

Hopes end in prayers and prayers end efforts, efforts lead us to optimism, and optimism leads us to God, at the time of death we open our palm with the hopes of a star and die peacefully.

Beautifully written... we all want our share of twinkling stars tightly clenched in the fist never to let go of those little happiness. Loved reading it.10

picture of Kesav Easwaran xNicely expressed Kumarmani...tfs 18 Aug 2015 by Kesav Easwaran | Reply picture of Mfena Ortswen xSun is glazing, interesting piece. 18 Aug 2015 by Mfena Ortswen | Reply picture of Fay Slimm xThat wait with open hand will be answered by the keeper of memory dear Kumarmani. - a lovely read. 18 Aug 2015 by Fay Slimm | Reply picture of Ramin Ara xNicely done, , , Sir, , , Thank you. 18 Aug 2015 by Ramin Ara | Reply picture of Angel mia LOVE xLovely ink tfs xoxoxo blessings dear 18 Aug 2015 by Angel mia LOVE | Reply picture of Kantanka Addo- Osafo xnice, simple and catchy. fine write. 18 Aug 2015 by Kantanka Addo- Osafo | Reply picture of Rohan ******* xBeautiful imagery sir 18 Aug 2015 by Rohan ******* | Reply picture of Elena S(*_*) x Wonderful penning! Your poem reminds me of how powerless I feel when I try to catch a snowflake. It is only when I sit quiet that some of them may lay on my palm. Could it be the same with stars? Hahaha should I try it too? Does it matter so much the moment of catch or is it the time spent in waiting that may inflate the joy of touch? 18 Aug 2015 by Elena S(*_*) | Reply picture of Stella Armour xLovely imagery here, to open your hand and catch a memory from a falling star...wonderful! 21 Aug 2015 by Stella Armour | Reply picture of Sylvia Frances Chan xGreat imagery, Sir! Wonderful poem. 21 Aug 2015 by Sylvia Frances Chan | Reply