Tuesday, April 28, 2015

My Violin Comes And Sits Near Me, Plays On Its Own, And Weeps. Comments

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It is the final sleep after which, no one has ever slept.
How can I go with so much left, so many promises unkempt!

Unknown hand in the dark, from my window still creeps,
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Lajpat Chawla
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Bharati Nayak 03 June 2015

It is the final sleep after which no one has ever slept How can I go with so much left, so many promises unkempt! Deeply philosophical with rhyme and rhythm the poem is a beautiful write.

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Hazel Durham 04 May 2015

So beautiful with your great passion for life in every line, you write with such ease!

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Madathil Rajendran Nair 30 April 2015

My violin comes and sits near me, plays on its own and weeps, Many of my bosom friends are empty nesters and alone Beautiful again! I like the flow of this and of course the rhyming.

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Kelly Kurt 28 April 2015

An insightful and lovely poem, Abhilaaj. Thanks for sharing Peace

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Lajpat Chawla

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