Monday, October 26, 2015

Root Comments

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Had he lived here? My grandpa?
Mother told a colossal building!
But the faded, wornout door no color.
Was that my father’s own house?
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Neela Nath Das
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Kumarmani Mahakul 28 October 2015

Deeply envisioned and nicely depicted. An intensive poem I like most. Thanks for sharing.

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Chuy Amante 26 October 2015

perhaps Earth has been aware of us fully, always all of the history here is there no history out there]? and freedom in that]? I've spoken their languages and only hear of pain and sorrow so let's change today for a brighter tomorrow!

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Neela Nath Das 27 October 2015

Yes, positive thinking helps us think for better tomorrow.Let's hope for the best.Thank you.Mr.Agape.

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Jasbir Chatterjee 26 October 2015

very good poem; you are lucky to have a big house where you can explore...

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Sanjukta Nag 26 October 2015

The feeling of a descendant very touchingly expresssed through this poem and it is realistic indeed as we all look for our roots. Thank you!

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