Sunday, January 7, 2018

My Poems Comments

Rating: 5.0

When my soul is bereft
of your presence so sweat
I am like an orphan sloth.
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Binayakumar Mohanty
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Bharati Nayak 07 January 2018

When my thirst and hunger not defined as if plutonic lava beneath the clogged vent confined. Don't know I, who sings in me A little while, for I am enlightened I thank thee. - - - -An enchanting piece of write about the glory of love, thanks for sharing.

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Binayakumar Mohanty 18 October 2018

Thanks for your kind words of compliments.

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