Saturday, January 23, 2016

Beneath The Palm Of The Night Comments

Rating: 5.0

Come, my Grandson, beneath the palms of the night,
Lie down under its tranquil lucid,
And rest your stress and discontent here,
To fight tomorrow with the pitiless autism again!
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krishna ghimire
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Ratnakar Mandlik 23 January 2016

Very touching sentiments of a grieving grand parent about the painful condition of grand child has been narreted in this superb poem. Thanks for sharing.10++ points.

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Terry Craddock 23 January 2016

quite wonderful on many levels, especially the conclusion 'My grandson, come to the refuge of this night's stairs, I have lit the candle of my eyes into its elegant foyers, My stirring eyelids will bring soon your sweet dream, And drive away all your nightmares and impediments.'

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