Tuesday, November 3, 2020

Progeny Comments

Rating: 5.0

There stood in the middle of the woods
The fat tall tree surviving all challenges
With a pricking pain on its barrenness.
When colourful and scenting flowers
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Parameswaran Nair Damodaran Nair
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Deluke Muwanigwa 03 November 2020

Yep it is. But we all do. We are descended from nsture. Our difference are manufsctured by religion and politics. Then the war stsrts

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What you said is cent percent correct Deluke Muwanigwa

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Aarzoo Mehek 03 November 2020

Quite a meaningful poem. After giving every thing they crave for healthy relationships around.5***

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Thank you very much Arzoo Mehek. Fragrance of a flower is so strong that it can make the flowering tree immortal apart from the survival through a seed

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Varsha M 03 November 2020

Yes sir There is no delight as holding once own child in our own arms. Thank-you for penning these lines.

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Thank you very much for reaching to the core of the poem

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