Saturday, April 13, 2013

Be My Eyes Comments

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The old monk hangs
his face cast down,
Shackles bind
his hands
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Dr Antony Theodore 15 July 2017

I could see the gaping black holes where his eyes used to be. Shackles, feet and hands. A good poem that reveals the reality of the situation. Monks are holy people. Their sufferings have eternal value. Thank you dear poet. tony

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Aftab Alam Khursheed 13 April 2013

A good poem with imagery like Shackles(I hope it's China) well writ poem and its the requirement.

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