Monday, February 4, 2013

Sons, We Have Our Land To Plough! Comments

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When they put the thilak on your foreheads,
They hoped that you would return intact,
But you stayed back wherever you went,
Picking up the concubines of native tribes.
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Spiritual Seeker 07 February 2013

Yes...we have seen this often in the many society..the pain, silent suffering, the struggle to continue with whatever pieces of life left.how nice, the poet has tried to describe it, excellent poetry.

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Malaya Roses 05 February 2013

Strong message for the male gander.... Such rare poem about the issue of identity and roots of the culture... Awesome write.

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