Poet And Juliet Poem by mehedi faysal

Wow, amazing job is done- 'But i know- It is not a love story, like the movies with happy end. Because- Juliet you are a physician & I'm a poet.' A moving composition with emotion, so touchy! A nice poem with nice metaphors,10 for it.

Love at first sight................went wrong due to some technical errors! ! ! ! nice piece faysal! !

amazing work faysal really nice love at first sight going wrong somewhere down the tunnel. regards anjalie (read mine too ALL I SEE IS YOU)

Speechless...10/10...excellent write

very nice, I really like how you started it

Legend of Sautee Nacoochee The Legend of Sautee and Nacoochee is well documented. The first white settlers, coming up the Unicoi Trail, now known as Georgia Highway 17, heard the story as they stopped to rest in the shade of the giant white oak still standing adjacent to the Old Sautee Store. One among them, George Williams, a young lad at the time, retold this story in his memoirs. The Cherokees considered themselves to be a superior race, as indeed they were. Handsome, tall and intelligent, they even had an alphabet, the first in America. They were not nomads; they built log houses and tilled the soil. They had but one grievous fault. This superiority was allowed to show. Naturally, this did not endear them to the neighboring tribes. One of these, the Chickasaws was constantly at war with the Cherokees. However, there were moments of relative calm. During one such truce, a band of Chickasaws was allowed to cross over Cherokee land, provided they stayed on the Unicoi Trail and rested only at designated spots. One such spot was where two trails crossed at the junction of two lovely valleys, the same place where a century later young George Williams stopped. As the Chickasaw band rested, in the shade of the giant oak, around them gathered curious Cherokees trying to get a closer look at the despised Chickasaws. Soon they were trading insults and obscenities, the Cherokees hoping to bait the Chickasaws into making an overt act. But, the Chickasaws were too cagy to be trapped by such obvious maneuvers. One of the Chickasaws stands aloof from this bickering. It is Sautee, young, handsome and a Chief's son. He dreams of the day when he will be Chief and has the authority to negotiate a permanent peace with the Cherokees. Something of this greatness must have, shown, for Nacoochee, the Cherokee Chief's sixteen year old daughter, is so taken by this handsome stranger that she stares unashamedly. Then their eyes meet. The magic alchemy of love does the rest. Not one spoken word and yet a tryst was made. That night Nacoochee steals away from her father's log house to meet with Sautee, under the giant white oak, now known as the Sautee Oak. By this time, they are helplessly and hopelessly in love. The rest of Sautee's party counsels against this madness. No good could possibly come of this flagrant violation of their truce. If Wahoo, the girl's father, learned of this meeting, all would be doomed. But, then, as now, teenagers feel they must defy the 'Establishment.' 'Run, if you must, ' Sautee tells his followers, 'but, I remain here with Nacoochee. Together we will make Wahoo understand. This must be the first step to a lasting peace between our two nations.' The young lovers then flee to nearby Yonah Mountain. There in a secret cave known only to Nacoochee they spend a few idyllic days. They have their love. They have each other. But, destiny calls to a larger purpose, peace between two great tribes. To this end, out they come to face Wahoo. With such a just and lofty purpose, how could they not succeed? Wahoo is a great Chief and has wisdom to handle all problems but this time, when compassion and understanding are most needed, he is blinded by hate and chagrin that his beloved Nacoochee would choose a Chickasaw to himself. He ordered Sautee thrown from the high cliffs of Yonah Mountain, while Nacoochee is forced to look on. Life without her Sautee holds no promise. Nacoochee tears away from the restraining hands of her father and she, too, leaps from the high cliff. There at the foot of the cliff the young lovers are joined again. Though clinically dead, they do not surrender to death... not just yet. They find fierce strength in their love. They drag their broken bodies together. Then, locked in final embrace, they die. This is how Wahoo finds them. Too late, a flash of understanding comes over him. Too late, he is aware of the greatness of love. Too late, the lost opportunity for a lasting peace with the Chickasaws. Wahoo is now overcome with remorse. He has the two bodies, still locked in death, laid to rest on the banks of the Chattahoochee River, there to remain for eternity, in a burial mound that still stands at the junction of Georgia Highway 17 and Georgia Highway 75. So that the lesson to be learned from this tragedy may never be forgotten, he renames the two valleys where first the young lovers met, one for Sautee and the other Nacoochee

I ike how you only used a repitition of Juliet you are a pyhsisian and I am a poet once, as a small reminder. I kind of draws you in a the end and again leaves a sort of awe.10

its a nice piece, i'd like to say 9.9

I know this story well, by another name. And one I shall not tell. I dare not give it less than a 9. Told this well, most deserving. GW62

You have wasted a lot of time in this great imagination..worth 10. There are many places in fragments, also you use i (not I) should avoid, just use I as the subject no need worry a humble manner.I suggest you 'I can't do nothing but all into the love'... use 'anything' is better than 'nothing' is better as thought, the whole is fine, I still give you 10.