Saturday, December 10, 2016

322. An Owl's Melancholy Cry Comments

Rating: 5.0

Now the sweet memories
Of my past days
Have become pale and grey
As if they are like the torn pages
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Dipankar Sadhukhan
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Koyel Mitra 10 December 2016

An excellent poem with good metphors...10

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Manira Khan 10 December 2016

Now the sweet memories Of my past days Have become pale and grey As if they are like the torn pages Of a diary lying on the floor Of a lone room for many many years. A beautiful poem of lost love.10

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Kumarmani Mahakul 10 December 2016

Beautiful narration on lost love and memories has been made metaphorically, let me quote the lines....Now the sweet memories Of my past days Have become pale and grey As if they are like the torn pages Of a diary lying on the floor Of a lone room for many many years. Thanks...10

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