Sunday, June 10, 2012

Disorder. Comments

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Thousands of years I roam around these regions,
Where I no more find my darling pigeons,
I stand here at half past three at night,
Behind me is the esplanade empty in delight,
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Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi
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Marieta Maglas 18 June 2012

well penned message-well written poem

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Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar 12 June 2012

THE POEM WOUND UP SUPERBLY. SHAN

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Anita Sehgal 12 June 2012

great expression.. well expressed

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Hans Vr 11 June 2012

Very nice and original approach. Well written verses with great meaning. I love the message very much.

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Captain Cur 10 June 2012

The earth is our home and temple. We do not know how to honor her. She is dying under our feet as we tramble over her. Good write.

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