Sunday, September 22, 2013

Shades Of Pain Comments

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She sobbed ceaseless, her pretty face, was such pitiful a sight
It moved the stars, to think what curse, had befallen the night.
On her empty cot, left with her thought, pillow wetted in tears’ stain
Moon felt morose, stopped on its course, at her pain’s sad refrain.
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Pradip Chattopadhyay
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Valsa George 24 September 2013

So humorous! ! The anticlimax at the end was never expected while sadly following the trail of agony! Greatly enjoyed! !

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Anil Kumar Panda 22 September 2013

wonderful poetry..touching ink.

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Dave Walker 22 September 2013

A great poem, toothache is one of the worst pains there is.

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