Saturday, February 2, 2013

Exile Essay Comments

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A man died on the road
His eyes were like the clamoring of glasses,
as if a thunder storm has just been conquered.
A mad man nearby sat and draw diary of death
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S.zaynab Kamoonpuri 27 April 2013

Hmm a gr8 n wonderful abstract piece very reflective! Do read mine too pls.

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Neela Nath Das 16 February 2013

In the labyrinth of words and imagery if anyone is not lost, he must get the essence of this write.Last stoppage is known to all.The other things are still a riddle.

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The Reader 05 February 2013

Vague words for vague emotions, unresolved metaphors, the image of the lines is like a dense jungle where someone loses the way back, but never gets worried & wearied as he meets his own self... point blank! ! ! realistic ending: But at the end so it happens we find it in our own pockets. The last stoppage will be a known neighborhood. In the mask of an exile.

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