My Utter Cry Poem by Amitava Sur

Very good, reminded me of DYLAN THOMAS, Rage, rage against the dying of the light.... I understand he wrote it to his father. Read mine – Eternal grief – Adeline

I can picture you sitting on shore, easel standing in front of you as you sketch and then paint the fading sky, uttering a cry of dismay at it's wanton demise. Seeing all the longings and dreams being buried on a final flame of sunset, knowing that life will never be repeated and a desperate cry escapes you lips. This is the painting your words have painted into my mind - thank you for this masterpiece, Amitava. RoseAnn

As long as you have a breath, you must keep hope alive. Hope is what helps us face life and all that it throws at us. It is our strength. Always imagine that something wonderful is waiting just around the corner. If not today, there's always tomorrow. Never give up.

Ohhhh! A grand sketch. life realisea when the sun is setting. Mind blowing write.

Beautiful poem. Sir, there is always a sun rise after the sun set. During sun set the sky is sure to look faded. Beautiful way you have sketched faded sky. Now by using few more stroke of brushes the same sky can be made to look brighter too. Loved the way you have presented this poem.