Sunday, August 12, 2018

In A Rainy Day I Became A Thief Comments

Rating: 5.0

Sitting in the room an old man on an old arm chair,
Watching the clouds the glasses of the closed windows,
Wiping sweats in the artificial touches of ceiling fan's air,
Waiting for diverged light in seven colors of the rainbows,
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Mahtab Bangalee 16 August 2018

wonderful expression // lovely writing with good romantic sense

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Bharati Nayak 13 August 2018

For the body, touches of cold blows and kisses of showers And the same for the heart too hot like the burning fires, I became dunk when I saw the ecstatic colorful flowers, What of me, the whole god ship I saw insane in desires, Beauty unveiled itself in steps one by one during the dance, Life was, life is and life will always be a risky romance. - - - - - - - Wow- -It brings back childhood memories - - -want to go back in time and become a child again.

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Kelly Kurt 13 August 2018

Beautifully written. It expresses how I feel, better than I can.

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Rose Marie Juan-austin 13 August 2018

A wonderful title on a great theme; nature. The wonders and beauty of nature is irresistible. The utter joy it brings is unfathomable. This beautiful poem vividly depicts such attributes of nature.10+++++

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Kumarmani Mahakul 13 August 2018

An old man sits in chair and watches rain through widow. He experiences the joy of grandchildren playing in rain. Body touches cold blows of wind and raindrops wet mind. Beauty and risky romantic dance motivate mind. Grandfather calls children to come back inside room and not to wet in rain more. Childhood memories freshly restore rain again. An excellent poem is well penned...10

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