Sunset Poem by Valsa George

Your sunset has been felt by you it seems. But with the moon lit night still inspiring you to write about the saga of life in all its myriad forms, Ms Valsa George has begun to benefit from the sunset preceding the entry of the moon who can still make her feel young within. I cannot call it a beautiful poem - it is a meaningful poem. Madam Valsa has not got a pair of spectacles on her nose, but she complaints about declining sight. I think she as fit as a fiddle still played on by time. Are`n t you imagining a little deeper about things that might be unpleasant soon? What do you say madam?

Dear Krishnakumar, your comment has so much of poetic beauty in it and I enjoyed your conclusion that old age is like autumnal weather and one can drift like feather.... but that is the onething I am afraid of..... drifting wih no sense of direction! (not serious!) Thank you for the beautiful comment!

A Beautiful poem.. Really a beautiful Sunset poem.... I am just wondering how the Sunrise will look by just changing few words in this poem? If we want, we can turn Sunset into Sunrise too. But its in our hands. I love to write pessimistic poem. This poem matches me very well. Now without spectacles I can neither see far nor near.... All the symptoms seems to work on me very well.... Loved Reading it.

As your every other work. Beautiful description, mam: D

Another beautiful poem penned with skilled hands. Being a person of advancing age it resonates so well with me. Still we pace along with fleeting time appreciating sunset. Enjoyed reading. Thanks for sharing.

beauty is from within which time cannot erase thanks Valsa

Alas! I am no wizard to call back all that left But listen to the *‘long, melancholy, withdrawing roar’ A poet is however lucky and I think a wizard as well, he can call back all that he left in the past in a poem.

Hmm....Thank you Khairul for this extensive, line by line analysis of my poem. I value your opinions and rate them as compliments coming from a great artist and poet...... I am ever thankful for this wonderful critique! Thanks for your indepth analysis of my poems which only you are capable of doing!

You have struck a cord, Valsa, and that's a delight for a poet to know. I think, you and me being of same age make us see things through the same lens of life. Definitely this poem is going to My Favorite Poems list.

What a beautiful poem, Valsa, and what an apt title of it! How beautifully you have described the decaying process of our bodies at this age and our craving and pining for holding on to our past vigour! 'My thoughts journeying through time and space' - A brilliant idea to describe the state of mind. 'That mind derails its track And wanders like an aimless vagabond' - A fitting narration. 'I wonder if the scales of my life’s balance Lean more to gains or losses now! ' - A thought that often crosses our ways these days. 'Now I am unable to precisely tell What my mind craves and pines But this much I know for certain I am becoming worn and old' - A stark realization often encountered at our age. 'Years have so quickly skipped past me With youth and beauty sapped away Leaving life an exhausted well With the dregs remaining at the bottom' - So beautifully said, love it! 'I feel as vulnerable as a foetus in the womb' - This is the best line of the poem. 'Still I stretch myself To catch at Hope, winging away! ' - And this is the best couplet, to conclude the poem so poetically! Very well done Valsa, Loved it A-Z. Needless to say, rated it 10/10.