Friday, May 8, 2009

Pillow Of Dust Comments

Rating: 5.0

He lay there unmoving; as still as the falling leaves
Around him drifting onto his weathered cheek.
The ground was hard, his legs were thin
His body wrapped in a dhoti that was clean.
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Rani Turton
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Sandra Fowler 19 May 2009

You have written this old man's farewell with compassion and tenderness. The earth is diminished by his passing. There is no small death in the eyes of the Creator who counts every sparrow that falls. Warmest regards, Sandra

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The title of the poem and the sadness become one. So many questions and no answers, only imaginings. How can a soul end a life with no record of his givings and loved ones. You have written this so beautifully with so much empathy as well. 10 Karin Anderson

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Ashraful Musaddeq 13 May 2009

Wonderful poem! Added my 10.

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Kevin Wells 11 May 2009

A powerful and sad reflection of the cheapness of life and the apathy of humanity. Thank you for sharing.

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Rory Hudson 08 May 2009

I agree with Mamta, this is a fine piece indeed. Moving and magnificently expressed. I very rarely give any poem 10/10, but in this case I could not resist!

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Mamta Agarwal 08 May 2009

so many unanswered questions- very poignant written with empathy. tragic indeed. last two lines speak of llife goes on, every one needs to live with dignity. its a failure of the system, when a pillow of dust is all one gets to rest...10++ Mamta

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