Call Of The Tunes Comments

‘the mist when mislays the tipsy meadow by the last night embracing the arm of love on the dancing floor when all steeped in blue..’ Liked mucccch. Ten to the power three dr. sakti. Thanks for comments and rating expecting same on my poems if you please

When morning’s call by the tune, the evenings valediction still hovering by the mood the life hours rushing as fumes… so many thoughts came to the surface while reading wonderful piece of yours…… the inner peep of the play ground of life is depicted so well…enjoyed reading … **Abha**

Subham Stylie.... I like.. more please! ! ! ! ! 'the fumes of the tea cup gets into the air? taking the tears from the sorrows by the hours'... Can I have 10 tea chests of this airlifted immmediately xoxoxo

Lovely poem, eloquent! To the playground the game of life is not yet complete! *10*! ! Great read Dr. Kar ! ! Friend Thad