What's My Earning I Know Not! Poem by Geetha Jayakumar

Please not be saddened for on this road you have travelled your achievements of survival have been remarkable, your gifts of giving have be appreciated and the joy your smile brings, YOU do not know. Simply beautiful Geetha, just as your heart.

This poem is so saddening! Who said your hands are empty and you have given nothing to the world! You have given quite a number of good poems for us to read and enjoy! Geetha...once you were so full of enthusiasm and positive energy! Now I feel, you have fallen into a state of depression! Hope and pray your heart which is now empty gets filled with the zest for life and a lot of positive energy! Very poignant write!

At times it is good to introspect. However, while introspecting we have to be non-judgmental and have a positive state of mind. Life is like a garland made of flowers and weeds. So there ought to be many happy instances which we should zoom in on and celebrate and bad occurrences which can be whitewashed away with a bit of introspection. Without pain and suffering, can peace and joy exist? Coming back to the poem, I loved its presentation.

I can appreciate your remorse. These are questions that haunt all thinking individuals. But, like Rajesh-ji asked, without pain and suffering, can peace and joy exist? Good poem.

It is a sad sentiment expresses with true emotions. At times we all feel that way. You have given so much with your poetry. it has filled our hands. Cheers.

~~We all leave with empty hands, but if we leave full hearts behind, we did our job. Your poetry is deep and personal, Geetha. Thank you for sharing Peace

What you have you always shared. The greatest wealth is sharing with others. We are all delighted by your poems. At times one may feel what one has done is nothing. I consider that as a sign of humility. Cheers.

At some point of time when I just turned back I could feel these words ringing in my heart! A sad but impressive poem.

Introspective and filled with humility. The aim to reach the set goals.Life is a struggle till the last breath. Added to my best poem list