Tuesday, June 30, 2015

My Waif Comments

Rating: 5.0

The hard poem I've been wanting to write
Resembles a beggar-child in my mind's eye
Wandering the streets of Rome after WWII.
He has big, gleaming eyes.
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Denis Mair
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Prabhata Kumar Sahoo 12 May 2018

Civilian burocracy and military red tapism kills humanity.So nice episode.

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Bharati Nayak 19 February 2018

Afgan or iraq problem is not confined to that country only.Yes, as you said , such problems will affect all countries.These street children fall easily in the hand of terrorists and mafias. We should also look into the problem from a humanitarian point of view

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Bharati Nayak 19 February 2018

Sad story of a street child - - - - -Having no family, no house, no means of living, no one to care about, bereft of any education, what a street child has to look forward to ? Though we think that street children are not our concern, it is the concern of so and so, we don't realize that it is a global problem. (Contd)

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Shakil Ahmed 30 June 2015

beautiful poem. i like it

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