I believe that the first verses of a poem come from the God. That's why I dare to call a poet "an angel”. Poet makes the rest, but the first verses (it may be in the middle part or in the last part or in the first part of the poem, that’s up to the poet) still stand there. Usually I write poems in English. But this poem came in to my mind in my mother tongue Malayalam. It happened so. Then this is a translation of the poem. I have tried my best but I am afraid that there is something missing... This poem got a huge opinion. Especially on "Love" and "Word". All agreed with "Word” but "Love", some disagreed. Some asked questions about "Dreams". "Tears" and "Patience" got some good criticism. Any way I am so happy. Here is the translation of "Jeevithathe kurichu Ellam" -All about life-. Please write your valuable remarks on this poem: davidpmohd.yahoo.com
I feel your expressive melancholy in your stanzas about Kanneeru (tears) and Swapnam (dreams) and the others. There's a spiritual quality about them. They're like an aching cry, a bittersweet memory song about a lost beloved! There's loving passion within these lines.
Well done David, well done!
sorry it took me so long to respond... not on the site anymore unfortunately... but it was a good poem... the perfect words to describe the feelings. keep it up and good job
Your poetry is esteemed my friend. I see by our peers here that you have won their hearts with your passions for living. Your words have depth and perception beyond the normal. It is a wonderful blessing to us all that you can animate these feelings into words.
love,
Susan
Reviewed by Lisa Young (Reader)
Reviewed on February 1, 2004
"The man; Lost his light-In the darkness. The man, To whom 'fate' ordered To be alone forever..." again, sad and beautiful, David, as I tied this in with She was Sleeping. Keep writing. Please don't be alone forever. Lisa
Reviewed by ya mama (Reader)
Reviewed on January 29, 2004
David:
as a whole i thought this is a wonderful poem, but i think I may know the trouble with the "love" section: it's that nasty word "truth." because if you are truly honest with yourself you'll know that you have loved a many a thing or person that had nothing to do with truth, and best kept that way.
Sensitive and deeply moving. Translation is very difficult in poetry. I know because I often write in French and try to convey the same in English and I find it very hard. Nice work, David. Love and peace. Regis
Reviewed by na na (Reader)
Reviewed on January 28, 2004
A beautiful poem of love and dedication.
Reviewed by Rodd Jokre (Reader)
Reviewed on January 28, 2004
David, I enjoyed the work... Thank you for sharing,
Rodd
Reviewed by Vesna Perkovic (Reader)
Reviewed on January 28, 2004
...very impressive David..you sound very young..yet I sense a wisdom beyond your age...it seems that souls are awakening quite fast and you are one of them...keep expanding your light with works such as this one...
This write is rather unique..you have tackled deep life thoughts with love..and YES you are right everything can be taken from you BUT the LOVE that you are will always BE with you in you around you..it IS you...it is your own specific aspect of its vastness. Bless you..
Vesna :)
Well done David, well done!
That is the only one thing
I possess as my own"
Lovely write -- but I especially was reached by the above lines. Moving, touching poem.
love,
Susan
as a whole i thought this is a wonderful poem, but i think I may know the trouble with the "love" section: it's that nasty word "truth." because if you are truly honest with yourself you'll know that you have loved a many a thing or person that had nothing to do with truth, and best kept that way.
Reindeer
Rodd
This write is rather unique..you have tackled deep life thoughts with love..and YES you are right everything can be taken from you BUT the LOVE that you are will always BE with you in you around you..it IS you...it is your own specific aspect of its vastness. Bless you..
Vesna :)
You have gone tru every emotion and
gave it LIFE and BREATH. You are
a MASTER poet, dear friend.
*Linda*
Best regards,
Leland
Excellent work, I wouldn't add anything to this. Thank you for your prayers. (I know I'm not alone)
Nancy
Lost his light-
In the darkness." -yet we've found light in this man's heart.
What a wonderful poem of love and dedication! I enjoyed this!
Sandie Angel a.k.a. May Lu :o)