Monday, July 14, 2008
Pigeon Comments
Rating: ★5.0
'What remains in the folded sleeves of the winter-sky
What exists in the ceaseless gibberish of the evening-madness
Whose empathy advances from earth towards the bunches of green leaves
What keeps growing in the scribbling of a fade, rough notebook... ”
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7/25/2025 9:38:29 PM # 1.0.0
Splendid job is done Rayhan. A nice poem with nice metaphors,10++