Sunanda
We never met
We never knew each other
You were just a charming presence
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A Lovely tribute to Sunanda Pushkar. Always she was full of smiles and charms. Her Untimely death is really something painful to hear. Concluding with captivating lines..... You were a fluttering butterfly That died in the morning dew Rest in peace, Oh, grace A tear-drop here I place Beside you where you lie Dripping from a wrenching heart An utter stranger's tribute For we can only cry When those of dream-stuff die Loved reading till the end.
The last couple of lines really elevate the poem to a different level. The rest is narration presented in a precise manner. What I find is economy of words which is important in poetry. These days most of the poets do not care about this economy of words and they are often after writing poetry in lengthy prose. I am glad to see that there is at least a poet like you to write on a person who has been in the circuit as a whispering tale for quite a long time.
For we can only cry When those of dream-stuff die.. good lines. i love..10 you were pretty but seemed after money you were fame hungry but fate was sealed early by an almighty
Awesome write sir. Beautiful tribute to the beautiful lady! Yes sir, it was a really pathetic shock to hear her sad demise. Thanks for sharing sir. Thanks for your valuable comments on my poem FAKE LOVE.
wow a lovely poem written in the memory of Late Sunanda Pushkar, the news which is still not digestable and feels like a dream
Wow what an emotional flow of linguistic expertise. An exact pic of Sunanda pushkar. Enjoyed reading
Tribute to Sunannda Pushkar marvelous A lady of grace, poise, beauty, confidence, style A lady who ruled Indian minds before and after her demise
Immense thanks, Valsa-ji and Manga-ji, for your kindness.
You have put on paper the feelings of countless people for whom the persona of Sunanda Pushkar with or without her husband was something to be cherished, her presence and her smile were captivating. Her aura is felt long after she is not there. This poem is an emotional and befitting tribute to the graceful lady. Following words say it more eloquently than anything else: A tear-drop here I place.. / For we can only cry / When those of dream-stuff die.
A great tribute to Sunanda Pushkar, a lady of arresting charms and captivating beauty! Even in fifties, she had an unusual grace and like you it was with great shock that I also heard that news! Unfortunately her untimely death has stirred a hornet's nest and has sparked off controversies of many sorts! Even after a year or so of her death, the cause of her death remains a dubious mystery is something unpalatable and this provides much fodder for the rumour mills! Enjoyed the poem from start to finish!
A wonderful tribute to a beautiful lady - Sunanda Pushkar! Just like you, Sir, i too have never met her but her photographs that flashed in newspapers and magazine was enough and more to register her as a charming personality. Really, really sad that she had an untimely death. You were a fluttering butterfly That died in the morning dew Rest in peace! A touching poem full of emotion.....10