I Am Mad With Love Comments

Mira ke prabhu Giridhar…. Nagar….

Lovely cute poem....much admirable

////merry xmas to all PH POETS

Only a wonded person can feel the agony of another wonded person... undeniable truth. A great poem with a precious message... appreciated.

Only the wounded Understand the agonies of the wounded, When the fire rages in the heart. Only the jeweller knows the value of the jewel, A great mystical poem. tony

I love her poems, especially this one. Amazing write and crystal clear read. Mesmerizing!

Love can be either a crown or a crucifix. Your words are so descriptive of the latter. A good read.

Beautiful poem on longing and love, love it

I am mad with love And no one understands my plight. Only the wounded Understand the agonies of the wounded, The great Mirabhai who lead so many to God. tony

Indeed pain of love can be subsided only the love medicine of Lord Doctor ever! Thanks for sharing it here!

Only the jeweller knows the value of the jewel...... A touching line with lofty theme. It is a beautiful devotional poem by Mirabai who loves to Shyam.

Only the jeweller knows the value of the jewel, Not the one who lets it go. Thanks for that wonderful poem... May God give you more wisdom.

Nice poem about love I like it.

love it! I Am Mad With Love

Only the jeweler knows the value of the jewel.......excellent Yes the true lover only knows the pains and wounds of love the true believer only knows the truth of God and the creation and lives alone silently without any bargain.........it's quite introspective

ऐ री मैं तो प्रेम दीवानी मेरा दरद न जाने कोय घायल की गति घायल जाने और न जाने कोय.... //.... Excellent English translation of Queen-Devotee-Poet Mira Bai's devotional song which has remained intact in its thrall for about 500 years now.

Meera, a Rajput princess was born in Kudki (Kurki) , a little village near Merta City, which is presently in the Nagaur district of Rajasthan in northwest India. Her father, jai Singh aman, was a friend of the Rathore clan, the son of Rao Duda of Merta. Rao Duda was son of Rao Jodha of Mandore, founder of mumbai. Absolute a most beautiful poem. Very impressive life with her Lord Krishna. Congratulations as The Classic Poem Of The Day to her great family.

Very true. Her pain no one can understand but the one for it is meant. The flower will only attract insects not the beasts who serve no purpose. Well expressed poetry.

Nothing can define the pain and agony of Meerabai...Words will fall short to describe them yet her own poems are fully dipped in sorrow and pains. Aysi lagi lagan Meera ho gayi magan, , , Woh to gali gali hari gun gaane lagi.

Nothing comforts; Shayam- the only remedy... Lovely poem!