I am only a week old in this forum, and am yet to be familiar with the site.
But I have given few reviews, which I do in my own style but after understanding it completely. If I don't understand I just leave it.
Your passage is one which I didn't get, but somehow was not convinced to just leave it untouched either. Will you please throw some light on it?
Just for the sake of someone who is keen to know.
Regards.
Amazing description, kept me hooked till the end ( of the article ), which I would presume is not the end of the story. More is to come. But when....let me know. Am dying to read the climax.
Your poem reflects my feelings also, and am sure of many others, Introvert people are not few in number. Children are more prone to this feeling, and I deal with the same scenario everyday with my two daughters, both of whom are shy. It does get embarassing, But one has to live with it with a hope that things will be better tomorrow.
In line 5 - 'I hate it when they try to help', you have aptly suggested that the help which people try to provide only worsens the situation.
In the last line you have mentioned the uncertainty of this problem...which I did not like as I believe that a creation should end with a positive note.
But otherwise a great poem dealing with inferiority complex.
Most heartwarming for all the mothers. Yes, whatever you have expressed is absolutely true. The highest manifestation of love is 'Mother', most selfless and highly devoted. All mothers wil agree with this. But there is only one irony associated with it as you have rightly pointed out, we realise this only when we ourselves become mothers....by which time it is a little late, I believe.
It is a very my type of poem. I just loved reading it. The words used are simple and so comfortably understood. I, however felt that in line 11, the word 'and' could be used instead of 'then', and why is there no time for the chicks to play; they are playing all right, being oblivious to the impending dangers. This is my view. It might have been perceived in a different way, quite possible.
Apart from this, it is a very neatly written, sweet poem.
A superb description of a quick natural process. You have beautifully compared the wave to a giant monster in its act of overthrowing a ship. The mood of macabre is quite apparent in your poem.
A very interesting poem. I can understand that by this composition you mean to hint that, we might not get a second chance to survive if we destroy our mother earth. The description of the journey is awesome, one can actually feel it. But according to me, you end the poem quite abruptly. The fact that everything was not perfect in the other planet ( or whatever it was supposed to be) should have been more weight. Apart from that, it is alovely creation.
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