Tuesday, February 8, 2011

A Crowded Place Comments

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He'd sit on that quiet cold concrete chair
In the playful park,
Would leave when the last child left,
Sipped constantly from the bottle in his pocket,
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Saju Abraham
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Seema Chowdhury 17 February 2011

A sweet bitter memory poem. its nice and descriptive. i like your pure and honest style of expression in your poems. thanks for sharing.

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Narayanan Ramakrishnan 16 February 2011

a poignant poem with melacholy. weighs the heart.

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Saju Abraham

Saju Abraham

Alwaye, Kerala, India
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