Thursday, September 3, 2009

My Clan Comments

Rating: 5.0

My clan, the poor, for whom I write; cant read!
The grand elite that reads, berates my words!
Well; not prepared to cede their greed and lead...
I grieve; I grieve at this unkindest world!
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Sathya Narayana
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Surya . 06 September 2009

a poem where you had poured out your heart.and it is visible. this para is inspiring 'Garlands and glory are mutable; die soon! Die hard efforts do live for times umpteen As etched murals in my social bystreets Today alive or years after as fossil stone I see them greet me like Christmas joy sleet' voted10 surya

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Vaibhav Pandey 06 September 2009

Sathya sir..you poured your heart in this very expressive poem....10 for sure and a fav.

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Ravi A 05 September 2009

You have poured out your heart in this poem. Actually I also use to think on the same lines. Actually, you have expressed my heart! Thanks.

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Varanasi Ramabrahmam 04 September 2009

You are making your verses a shrine for your concern for your friends and simultaneously you will live in them. Genuine feelings touch the aesthetic hearts. Nice expression.

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Sathya Narayana

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Nellore, Andhra Pradesh
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