Friday, November 21, 2008

At The Departure Terminal Comments

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At the departure terminal


That is my son, going up the ladder
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prasanna kumari
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Maggie Munro 06 December 2012

We groom our children to be independent, and plummet helplessly into our pain when they begin to use it. The marvel and the madness of motherhood. This is a beautiful piece.

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Valsa George 02 September 2012

We cannot hold on to anything for long. In course of time, we have to loosen our grip and let things go, however dear they may be! Of course, a mother's concerns and anxieties have no end! A powerfully moving poem!

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Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi 22 July 2012

We can do many things in India, so the mothers do not have to send their children abroad. To do this we should have a strong government and good policies..Nice poem, but too sad 1

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Kesav Easwaran 24 November 2008

a poem very much touching and deeply sad...i agree with each line of yours in this write...thanks for sharing your feelings, Prasanna...10

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