Sunday, March 29, 2020

The Friendly Stranger At Orange Street Comments

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One day at a New york city shop,
I met a man selling marbles,
For money he wanted to swap,
But I really wanted some barbels.
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Archita Kumar
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Jazib Kamalvi 18 May 2020

Such a nice poem, Archita Kumar. You may like to read my poem, Love And Iust. Thank you.

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Bharati Nayak 01 April 2020

A fine poem with wonderful narrative and a mysterious story. It took me with you to that strange market place where I can mind barbels, marbles and all I want to purchase, perhaps if only I have an open mind.

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Aniruddha Pathak 29 March 2020

Dressed in a good narrative a profound story, well done dear poet.

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Edward Kofi Louis 29 March 2020

Orange Street! ! Musing along. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.

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Dr Antony Theodore 29 March 2020

" Marbles, barbels, you shall find. Cakes, steaks, you can get. You must now open your mind, And get down to Orange Street Market. Then vanished before i could pay....... and your interesting question. am i now a hard a crackle...... self realization. lovely narrative. it reads like a story. simple and profound....... like your poem very very much dear Archita. tony

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Prabir Gayen 29 March 2020

Fine poem dear friend....thanks. ////

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