Please Tell Me, If You Ever Know... Comments

The greatest robber is time. A poem of exquisite beauty.

galloping under your pen 10 marks shan

no, not to accost but to see if the booty really filled his or her heart and if it did i wish to leave all of it for their happiness.. who robbed us of the days? (maybe the days robbed us from themselves) .........a deep verse conceals the Game of Life! well expressed Indira! I liked your style of writing! we laugh, we vibrate, we dance, we sing, we dream BUT neither Joy perpetuate nor Sadness everything is ephemeral... life has two faces sometimes shows the Beautiful Face and other times shows her second face, the Ugly one... to live peacefully we have to accept the Reality as it -the Life as it- 10 for the Great Question: Who Robbed Us Of The Days? ? ?

dear Indira, if you ever find out, do let me know...for I too have pondered the same thing....

growing up is such a pain worldly wise we become... the natural expression of life we lose in this strife.... lovely poem very inspiring

This is a very special poem, Indira. Some of the images ('milky moonlight') in the first section of the piece are splendid and your compassionate reaction to the unknown 'other' shows wisdom and understanding. I don't think you need the last couple of lines. I'd finish the poem with the words 'leave all of it for their happiness.' Leave the reader space to surmise the rest. love, Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥

I know, you too know..it is the self of the survival changing in accordance to the needs of mortality...a memorable poem indeed

The days of swaying with the lilies are still with us, although we have become the sun and the earth and nurture new flowers. We let them in their radiance, and guide them with a word or two, well placed. Yet a dropp or two of fresh rain still makes it to the cheek and the full moon still bathes in milk, Accept their invitation, valiant servant, and for just a night, become all that once was and is now cherished, so that the morning will have sunshine

From: Brett Ackerman (Colorado Springs United States; Male; 44) To: Indira Babbellapati Date Time: 9/23/2009 3: 01: 00 AM (GMT -6: 00) Subject: Re: please tell me... I think it has something to do with structured learning and chasing whatever monetary denomination you're living with. But, many fiction writers have made great books on this very subject matter.

ohh, this poem is really wonderful. i mean, at first, it just seems an amazing poem with good imagery, but i am so amazed at the pointless innocence of it. i don't know what, ....but this poem does it. the last stanza is typically beautifully innocent. i'm not at all exaggerating. another side of you ma'am, scintillating in its purity and sheer brilliance. thank you.

Yes, i know who robs us, indira........ it is none other than our inner self who keeps on rejecting the past to glorify present and dreamy future, what say? ? ? Plz do think about it, dear! ! !