Friday, December 27, 2013

Grandfather Comments

Rating: 4.0

The yellowed diary's notes whisper in vernacular.
They sound the forgotten posture,
the cramped cry that forces me to hear that voice.
Now I stumble back in your black-paged wake.
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Jayanta Mahapatra
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Ashis Pradhan 13 September 2022

Good Poem 👍

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SABREEN AHMED 19 July 2022

Evocative

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Binod 23 June 2021

Simply WOW

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Binod 15 January 2021

sexy trash

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Paresh Chakra 29 November 2018

It is a very good poem

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Deepak Kumar Pattanayak 08 October 2018

Sir you are as incredible as the sun lighting not so easy path of poetry to look it brighter than heaven. Sir I have read all your poems one by one very intensely and will be reading again and again till my last breath to gain an ounce of knowledge on how to compose and create poems in a larger sense for the sake of humanity and our lives in essence

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Idtphuiiiuu babyyy 02 January 2022

Chal basddkdkdkdk

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Ritesh debata 15 August 2018

Appreciate

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Jayanta Mahapatra

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