Wednesday, February 10, 2016

Since Ages Comments

Rating: 4.9

How old is the suffering
The wind-swept field, robbed
Of ripened grain
How long has it been?
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Nosheen Irfan
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Amazing, fresh, enjoyed reading.10

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Galina Italyanskaya 21 February 2016

It is amazingly written! I love it!

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M Asim Nehal 14 February 2016

Superb..................You left me speechless............10++++

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Aarzoo Mehek 11 February 2016

Sigh! Ab Khudara kuch mat poocho... Sadiyan guzar gayi baharain jaise ghar ka rasta bhool gai.. Lekin nayi baharon ki umeed akhri saans tak baaqi hai. perfect 10 for all those questions.

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Valsa George 11 February 2016

Since ages man has been subject to the harsh vicissitudes of fate! Yet like rock, we have stoically withstood all ravages of Nature and time. The age old saga of man's fight for survival will go on! Great write Nosheen!

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Edmund Strolis 10 February 2016

The crude plots of fate. This scene come to life of devastation. Your description of what once was while asking the questions of how long. Such a strong and heady theme done with the subtle beauty of a questioning and convicting mind. Splendidly portrayed in all of its sad implications. The loose hammock, the rushing waves......

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Incredible imagery my friend!

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Kumarmani Mahakul 10 February 2016

Rushing waves scribble in this particular imagery wonderfully. This is very finely drafted and shared poem definitely.

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Nosheen Irfan 10 February 2016

Thank u sir

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Edward Kofi Louis 10 February 2016

Robbed! But, for how long? Nice piece of work.

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Mohammad Ahmadizadeh 10 February 2016

This is very nice and full of hope, Nosheen. Especially I liked the final words The crude plots of fate.

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Nosheen Irfan

Nosheen Irfan

Lahore, Pakistan
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