Saturday, May 16, 2009

! ! ! ! ! ! At Day Break.... Lingering Shadows! ! ! ! ! ! ! Comments

Rating: 2.6

Melancholy in her eyes, pallor on the cheeks.
She sat with her hand on chin, heard a moan, bed creak.
Quivering lips, trembling hand, hair carelessly done.
She reached out to the sick man, one and only one.
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Mamta Agarwal
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Ashraful Musaddeq 30 May 2009

Lovely painful work with pictorial value. You know the art of composition and presentation that touches the reader. While reading, I felt it very known to me. 10 with pleasure.

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Sandra Fowler 22 May 2009

Very poignant. Your last line lingers in the mind like those shadows at day break. Beautiful. Warmest regards, Sandra

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Sandra Martyres 17 May 2009

the pain and grief of the bereaved spouse is expressed so touchingly in this well written poem...thanks for sharing it with us..10+

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Kesav Easwaran 17 May 2009

Grief painted touchingly inside a well worded poem frame...thanks Mamta...gives a sad silent read...10

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premji premji 17 May 2009

love is the deep undercurrent of your poem...just love......and pain.........

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things have to move on...rights have to be performed...the crowd and the various rights we carry out in a death...actually keeps us busy and takes away the pain of seperation of the near and dear one...a touching poem

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