Wednesday, January 28, 2009

A Pilgrim Of Infinite Comments

Rating: 2.2

Unto the passing lights and evening hues,
Unto the endless waves of life,
He plays his Piccolo
To the tune of matchless olden times.
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Ravi Panamanna
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Nivedita Bagchi SPC UK 23 October 2009

‘And away into his corner he shrinks Emptying his richness into the world. ‘ Piccolo tune [like Lord Krishna to Gopis] grabbed me into the tune gamut. for Piccolo tune TEN+++ Ms. Nivedita Thanks for comments Cordially invite to read and comment on Enigmatic Navel Lie Sly or other poems. niv

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C. P. Sharma 07 August 2009

An awesome poem. A pilgrim of infinite- Smiling at the wilderness of life. But his countenance is serene As the stillness of the scene. I liked this stanza the most. Excuse me for my rustic style, I changed it a little. But all the beauty is yours. CP

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Saadat Tahir 09 May 2009

dear ravi The Piccolo follows a song And drops it among the passers-by. the poem resonates in sadness and the inevitability of the end...just like the distant lilt of the piccolo...wafting over an evening drowning into oblivion very very nice cheers

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Dr Hitesh Sheth 07 April 2009

Read poem was like a piligrimage in infinite.........Good Write........

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Wojja Fink 24 March 2009

floating with the Piccolo sounds like Joe..wonderful to read. John

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Joseph Poewhit 09 February 2009

I had a floating feeling reading the words. Nice word flow.

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Ravi Panamanna

Ravi Panamanna

Ottapalam- Kerala State- India
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