Sleep (poem) by Bhuwan Thapaliya on AuthorsDen

Reviewed by Kelie Urbanec (Reader)

Reviewed on March 25, 2003

Bhuwan,
Very nice.
~Kelie~

Reviewed by the phantom pheonix (Reader)

Reviewed on March 25, 2003

this was so true but so profoundly deep and thought provoking awesome job

Reviewed by Trish - The Trickster

Reviewed on March 25, 2003

Very profound...exceptional write.

Reviewed by La Belle Rouge (Reader)

Reviewed on March 25, 2003

This one is exceptional, Bhuwan.

Reviewed by Christine Morell

Reviewed on March 25, 2003

Bhuwan,
Another wonderful piece laced with your wisdom.
Chrissie x

Reviewed by Dale Clark

Reviewed on March 25, 2003

Perhaps reality is a dream? Excellent piece!

Reviewed by OnepoetGem *the Poetic Rapper

Reviewed on March 25, 2003

So true, however they both go hand and hand. The dream is the start or beginning point. Your poem covers the reality.

Reviewed by na na (Reader)

Reviewed on March 25, 2003

Bhuwan, Shakesphere said, "to sleep, perchance to dream, ay there's the rub. For in that sleep of death what dreams may come must give us pause. For that's what
makes calamity of so long life. For who would fordels bear to grunt and sweat under a weary life, but that the dread of something after death; the undiscovered country from whose borne no traveler returns, puzzles the will and makes us rather bear the ills we have than fly to others we know now of. Soft you now the fair Ophelia. Nymph in thy orisons, be all thy sins remembered." Well ... I got a little carried away. Great poem. Bill

Reviewed by Shezray Faisal

Reviewed on March 24, 2003

Ahhhh....this is wonderful. Dreams are an escape from reality. I love this poem!
~Shezz

Reviewed by Marilyn Seray

Reviewed on March 24, 2003

very insightful. Nice write

Reviewed by Debby Rosenberg

Reviewed on March 24, 2003

that's a deep one to ponder..

Reviewed by Eroica Mendoza (Reader)

Reviewed on March 24, 2003

inspiring! thanks again...