I might feel the emotion in your poem a lot more than some as I am 18 and have thoughts about running away from things I couldn’t handle and couldn’t change. it is a very powerful piece of writing, thank you
Affecting poem. Looking over the first two stanzas, I'm curious as to why she wanted to run away from home and from school. Icky-Becky-Prickly-Stool spawns questions. Very raw writing, and provocative. How do you feel about the almost-rhymes? I have mixed feelings.
Aditi the poem is lovely. It is written with rich feel. Has the texture of raw naked life. It is real in appeal and unlike a composition which sits pretty on a well framed plastic or wooden bed. However as a subject opinion I do differ, not on the realisation of the lady in the poem, but on her treatment. This treatment is expected, it is what perhaps happens but that is not the definition of home. A home is one whose doors are always open. In india unfortunately the tendency of doors at homes are to be shut more for women then for sons. What if the character in your poem was a son, what if we went for 3 years, each night went out for parties with different divas, and after 3 years realised his mom and dad though with differences meant a world to him and returned. Do you think as a poet the door would be shut? God bless, you are a very deep writer.
...it nearly brought me to tears.....a wonderful write...
..a poem reflects the society of that era..this is exactly what is happening these days..
..all our pain dwarfs in front of the great sacrifices that our parents have made for us..we all need to understand that..and love and respect our parents...
..keep on writing such heart touching poems.. :)
Realized she three years later
What a fool she was
Desire to go back was greater
As her parents must be sad, and she was the cause.
when God given asylum we never feel it when we missed Him feel it
Mother is a Goddess father is more than it.... dedication of their life for us
Jasimine Mans, who, like yourself, is a great contemporary poet, once said that poetry doesn't start until you are being honest. I cannot imagine more honesty in a poem than that which I find in yours. Believe me, for you, half the battle is already over. What a great beginning to what I'm sure will be a great poetic journey. Know now that you have one real and true fan forever Aditi.