Sunday, November 16, 2014

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A village home we lived
Where the compound was full of trees
The good old trees with big branches
Green leaves and fruits aplenty
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Gangadharan nair Pulingat..
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Chris Zachariou 16 November 2014

A wonderful description of your beautiful place but with a very sad end. I as the reader felt the sorrow you feel for the destruction of your trees. The end of the beautiful trees is also a metaphor for the end of innocent times and when the merchants come and money takes over. A very good poem.

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Mohammad Skati 16 November 2014

It's a great poem with a wonderful message. Thanks.

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