Thursday, April 22, 2010

A Likeness Comments

Rating: 3.0

In every line a supple beauty -
The restless head a little bent -
Disgust of pleasure, scorn of duty,
The unseeing eyes of discontent.
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Amar Agarwala 23 June 2016

A wonderfully worded poem which deserves every praise.

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Subhas Chandra Chakra 23 June 2016

The dice of gods are always loaded'; One gambler, arrogant as they, Fierce, and by fierce injustice goaded, Left both his hazard and the play. Incapable of compromises, Unable to forgive or spare, The strange awarding of the prizes He had not fortitude to bear. Beautifully written. Good poem. Thanks for it.10 marks.

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that gifted brother I loved, who passed and left no trace, Not even - luckier than this other - His sorrow in a marble face. An emotional poem penned in great style, leaving behind a pathos of a brother who passed and left no trace behind.

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Beautifully told a wonderful story and likes.

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Ratnakar Mandlik 23 June 2016

A story poem told in a fantastic manner. Thanks for sharing it here.

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Edward Kofi Louis 23 June 2016

I often come to sit beside him. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.

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