Wednesday, June 12, 2013

A Few Ends Comments

Rating: 4.5

And there stopped everything, every roads
A ghastly flow of wind, with fiery swords
Bloods crawl up, bones heaped over
Half of the day gone, clouds began greyer.
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AMITAVA MAZUMDAR
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A strained strain of worthlessness make the thread of this poem.Its sense and rhyme are attractive.

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Gajanan Mishra 12 June 2013

nothing is going to end, just beginning, going deep we can feel, okay, good write, thanks. I invite you to read my poems and comment.

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