Tea Plucking Girl Poem by Abhinav Baruah

Dear ABHINAV, Thanks for your invite to read and comment on your poem. Basically I liked its theme and the presentation.Only one point I want to make, in case you are writing a rhyming poem try to maintain the meter count.to maintain the flow of the poem In case of free verse it is not so compulsory. I'll also suggest use of some metaphors to increase the strength of your message. An example for your poem: -'tea-leaves grow under the motherly shadow of rain-tree.'Even the child -labour grows with them (though under compulsion) I' m writing this since due to work, I spent a complete weekend in one Upper Assam tea garden.The girl is not supposed to know you are a poet, so why not use a common word to increase the appeal. This is my suggestion. Take it or toss it.Rated at 9 Rajkumar

a heart-touching write on such a important issue...very empathetic in tone

This is superb for taking the reader to a tea farm, small event, much feelings. Well done.10

“Dear poet Wish you were not kissing on my blood and sweat”...simply wonder awes by tearful queries of tea plucking girl as sweat spews over her brow, most eloquent write,10+++, thanks for sharing

Dear friend this show just how different our worlds are, where some enjoy the fruits of the lavbour of others who are suppose to ensure they few are living a enjoyable lifestyle even at the expense of others. Something that is to easily forgotten by the pleasure driven society we regrettably live in. Well done you do give a voice to those picked and preyed on! Boomfather Ruers

I shudder with the thought of kissing a tea plucking girl at my age. She would certainly give a country boy like me chicken skin..10 to you Ab.

well expressed feelings of love...Thanks for sharing

is this about helplessness or pleasure? or simply about life in its ironic and sarcastic form which whether happy or sad ends in an undefined balance.

I believe we should bring back rhyming in poetry. Good attempt at that. Well conceived poem. Good.

It is the irony of fate that one should labour for the pleasure of another one. But one should learn to respect the labourer.