Tuesday, June 12, 2007

In The Lonely Hours Of Night... Comments

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The dry glitter of stars, I see,
The diamonds, strewn in sky's garden,
Broken from the unseen thread,
Like thoughts, that move in my mind.
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Sreeja Sreedharan
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Rinzu Susan Rajan 01 October 2008

every night i sleep i expect a bful tomorrow... just like many other fallible humans... :) nice thougths... :)

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Jabalimuni Putrevu 14 June 2007

Nature is a great source for recreation and enjoyment for all beings.You feel the moonlight to be pale but you said its touch soothing like mother's touch.There is an element of optimism in the end expecting a brighter future.I appreciate your expression in lucid words. Jabalimuni

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Priya Rajesh 13 June 2007

Hi Sreeja, Read ur poem. Seems to be a sad one...coz I find that u seem to see the sad part of every rustle n feeling of the night. Even the glittering of the stars is ''dry' to u. Did u write this poem at the saddest hour of the day? ? ? ? Anyhow its nice..keep posting.

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