Wednesday, May 7, 2014

On The Otherside Of Life Comments

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The fire was consuming him
On the bed of sacred sands;
Place twisted on layers of wood;
The body with bruises of old age,
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Anil Kumar Panda
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Ruma Chaudhuri 10 May 2014

Nice poem. Frigid eyes slip through gaps in layers Of wood; with eyelids upturned he Seeks a prayer for his lost progeny. Excellent thought.

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Pradip Chattopadhyay 09 May 2014

Frigid eyes slip through gaps in layers of wood very powerful imagery!

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