A Love Song Poem by Bharati Nayak

Most beautifully written, Bharati. Heartiest Congratulations. Truly deserving. Be blessed......10

In my happiness and darkness! Thanks for sharing this poem with us. Stay blessed always.

Bharati’s poem about love…………… Bharati, feel free to delete this comment. You have received some very complimentary comments and this one will not quite follow the others. Maybe it is because I don’t ‘see’ some things the way (some) other people do, like some people are “colorblind” and colors do not show up to them as to others. [[ I am composing this comment as I progress through my second reading ]] My comments on “A Love Song”: I don’t understand the marks which appear around SOME of your “YOU”s in this poem, and NOT around other “YOU”s. what do they mean and why are the marks e.g. “ ‘ “ not used all the time? ? ? And ………I wish you would be consistent in your use of periods; it would make reading the poem a bit easier. :) :) at least a little bit easier. Favorite lines so far: “YOU is the color Which makes the rainbow” - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - I don’t know what “directionless weather” is. Hmm? ……….but it DOES sound kind of ‘poetic’! ! - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Here: “But the thorns that Guards the Rose.” …………………..speaking of thorns, I got some thorns or tears from plants in my ‘hide’/skin recently because I was not wearing gloves. Some I think are from rose thorns and some from blackberry thorns, and some others just from some other nasty plant(s) which didn’t like me pulling on it/them, probably without my gloves on or protective sleeves! ! ! And unless you mean “thorns” as a ‘group-noun’ [I made up that word], I would consider “thorns” ‘more than one and use “Guard”, not “ Guards”. And using the same ‘reasoning’ I would use “are”, not “is” after your “YOU”s. When I hear/read “you is”, I think of the way some black actors in movies and TV used to be portrayed as speaking. Maybe it is or used to be the way lots of Americans, black and white alike, spoke in the ‘Deep South’ of the U.S. years ago. I am not an expert on American vernaculars*** of course. ***[[from online source: “ver•nac•u•lar (vərˈnakyələr/) noun 1. the language or dialect spoken by the ordinary people in a particular country or region. he wrote in the vernacular to reach a larger audience synonyms: language, dialect, regional language, regionalisms, patois, parlance; More idiom, slang, jargon; informal lingo, -speak, -ese the preppy vernacular of Orange County o the terminology used by people belonging to a specified group or engaging in a specialized activity. plural noun: vernaculars gardening vernacular “ “As the oxygen filled air Circulating me “ ………………I would put “around” or “through” between “Circulating” and “me”. I really enjoy the last stanza the most of all. :) :) - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - I wonder if “YOU” refers to any of the following: 1- a dead person you cherish/cherished 2- God or a god 3- A collective of a number of people and/or other ‘things, ideas, etc.’ which comfort you. 4- Mother Nature It is pretty clear that you LOVE somebody, ‘somebodies’, or ‘something(s) ’ in the poem. OR you are writing from that perspective anyway. To MyPoemList. I’m glad I read the poem again before I wrote the comment. Except for “YOU is”, which may be ok, depending on your meaning of “YOU”, I liked the poem a lot. You weren’t thinking of ME when you wrote this, ……………WERE YOU! ? ? Bri ;) I’ll use this in my/our August 2017 showcase of and for PH poet/poems. Thanks. I have not yet started putting the August poems in the showcase, but my introduction to it is posted in my list of poems. :) Remind me, please, if I somehow do not have this as the first poem I use for August.

you have your voice and it is a tapestry of you, and you are beautiful. you are complex, , you are Bharati you are reflections of faces in the ponds, , you speak with the rhythm of your language and heritage, you speak as God's loved one, and as such you speak a universal language---

A fabulous poem dear poetess. Beautifully composed... loved it.

But ÝOU' are not you YOU'' are that beauty Which fills me with light....I admire this sober expression. A great poem.

A lovely poem... appreciated dear poetess. Stay always happy and blessed along with your beloved family.

Continued.. Shakespeare has used 'most unkindest'. Why can't we