Thursday, September 6, 2012

My Bag Comments

Rating: 4.2

My bag with me like shadow
Comes without a word
Hanging on my back
Bearing burden inside
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Udaya R. Tennakoon
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Making the Mondale come alive with such eloquence is what this poem is about. Well done!

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Udaya R. Tennakoon 01 February 2016

Thanks you very much

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Joe Toe 18 September 2014

Interesting take on the emotional baggage that we all must carry, a very real part of what makes us human.

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Udaya R. Tennakoon 01 February 2016

thanks much for your comment Joe

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Moha Abbou 07 September 2012

Such a vivied poem, I like it so much.

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Udaya R. Tennakoon 01 February 2016

thanks

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Deepak Calyampoondi 06 September 2012

A Bag is indeed that faithful companion! well penned!

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Aranthabailu Ummar 06 September 2012

this bag is not merely a bag. U filled withit ur ideas many u may have it with your ideas of futtur bag is like as our mind some times only empty many times it is full ok thanks for eminding my school days

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Udaya R. Tennakoon 01 February 2016

Thanks for your comment

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Allemagne Roßmann 06 September 2012

The sweetness of swiss chocolates will be a gross disaster after the melody of these two lines Heartfelt mate and buddy I cannot throw it away---here you are with your origin not defying you.Here is your cup of tea...memories are those feelings of the tea branded as Lipton or Dilmah...its smoke will fade gradually but notwithstanding time also it will be leaving you reminder that you got well this poetic quotient in exuberance of such feelings the divisor being the bag, die Tasche or das Beutel or once upon a time Srilanka.Excellent write.Worth re-reading

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