Monday, February 2, 2009

# A Lingering Fragrance... Comments

Rating: 2.8

Tiny little hands clasped my eyes
And a soft voice chirped guess who am I,
Who are you, sound familiar, let me see…
I won’t tell, how could you have forgotten me
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Mamta Agarwal
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Florence P. Wordsmith 09 February 2009

Great imagery that is strong, yet subtle. Keep on writing!

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Kesav Easwaran 09 February 2009

a good poem that spreads between the lines the fragrance of love affection and the greatness of maternity...10

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Sandra Fowler 05 February 2009

You are making memories with your little grandaughter that will never leave the landscapes of your mind. Thank you for sharing some of those precious moments with your readers. Love, SandraX

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Lynda Robson 04 February 2009

What a wonderful poem Mamta, Grandchildren bring us joy and we are more lenient with them because we don't have so much responsibility, I love the last two lines of this piece, well penned, 10 Lynda xx

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Raj Nandy 03 February 2009

I was missing these lovely and touching Anika poems; that's why I had enquired about her the other day. Thanks for sharing.10! - Raj Nandy

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Catrina Heart 02 February 2009

a poetic narration written so detailed and beautiful.........i wonder how Anika looks like? Pretty angel of your life that gives smile to your heart and fragrance of spring flowers....nice work...10/10

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