My eyelids flapped like
The wings of a frightened bird
At the sudden intrusion of
The long forgotten past,
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Could not be written better than this. a drmatic change in style. metophars unique.10
Truly poetic. Beautiful lines, memorable read. What a nice change in ur style.
Days passed unproductively As agony snowed heavily on The precincts of my stimulus, Wordless and insensate, I sat Staring at the barren white pages. Seema, it really needs courage as well as skill to write such a poem. You have made an amazing painting of depressive phases in life. Soo truthfully n insightfully written, the imagery is so genuine and can't come from a heart and mind who has not experienced the state of melancholy... I salute you for this write of yours... God bless you Regards, Kamran
'I succumbed like the heap Of clay on the potter’s wheel, And lost hold on my life'.... these lines beautifully allegoric...imaginative and poetic...a poem in tone sad...10
I succumbed like the heap Of clay on the potter’s wheel, lovely words full of meaning a little bit of melancholia in your poem but still its awesome -10 anjali
excellient piece of work.....great usage of words......i loved it.
awesome composition...words flow so naturally in your poetic mind...10/10
A brilliant portrayal! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! given 10.