Friday, October 30, 2015

Morning Call Comments

Rating: 5.0

Curtains soaked with the yellow of sun,
Sudden symphony of an awakened alarm,
Drag the slumber from corners of
The intoxicated eyes of a poet.
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Sanjukta Nag
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Rajnish Manga 01 November 2015

Morning sun stands witness to the enchanting call at the poet's door who would like to hold the pen for another productive move. An amazing quote: Drag the slumber from corners of / The intoxicated eyes of a poet

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Edward Kofi Louis 30 October 2015

'The intoxicated eyes of a poet'; but, with the hope of the Ink. Nice work.

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M Asim Nehal 30 October 2015

OUTSTANDING..Soaked in your beautiful thoughts......Like Curtains soaked with the yellow of sun Bell of your poem ringing to wake-up and read and We open your profile page to check your fresh and awesome poem...............Wonderful poem...100+++

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Ratnakar Mandlik 30 October 2015

The emotions of a poet intoxicate him when absorbed in flight of his imagery. It can be morning, night, evening or afternoon. For him at that particular moment time stands still. Nice poem. Enjoyed reading. Thanks for sharing.10 points.

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Loke Kok Yee 30 October 2015

I do all my writing late at night my mind doesn't work till after a coffee lucky you-10

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