Wednesday, October 9, 2013

An Unknown Agony Comments

Rating: 5.0

Stabbed below the conscious levels
I writhe not, but succumb to snubbed solitudes
The full moon nights
and whispering magic lights
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Pradip Chattopadhyay 09 October 2013

I ripple not, but just die within emaciated, scrapped, killed by the drowning emptiness a sense of drifting pervades this poem! great write.

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lalitha iyer

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