Friday, February 24, 2012

The Laugh Of The Dolorous Comments

Rating: 4.4

I am laughing loudly and walking the path
As if I am the happiest man in the earth.
But I secretly carry the dolor in a cart
My heart burns and my mind is torn apart.
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Abdul Wahab
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Mysia Hayling 07 March 2012

a good read, i must say i like your style of writing.

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Rishit Desai 01 March 2012

brilliant writing. Depth-less is my grief Still I walk like a king

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Ekaterina M. Polischuk 28 February 2012

it is a very emotional poem.... philosophical, emotional poem. sometimes we smile when want to cry... to show everybody everything is ok... but it is just one of our masks.... You poem is nice in its style of writing and perfect in its meaning. i like it, good job)))

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Eric Cockrell 26 February 2012

we live in the time of the blind and deaf... all too easy to let life lose meaning! good poem.

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Harindhar Reddy 26 February 2012

It is a scintillating feeling to read these lines as it is feasting my eyes - but to be frank enough every line the poem is as good as these two. You poem is producing pictures on mind Wahabji, carry with your noble work! I am the owner of the sun and the moon Life is to me a mirage, an illusion

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Pheko Motaung 26 February 2012

Excellent delicious philosophic poem with many fine points.Your technique is flawless and unsurpassed.You made my day! Thank you very much.

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Aftab Alam Khursheed 26 February 2012

Life is to me a mirage, an illusion Better senses make me the man of renunciation.I love ur poem

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Saadat Tahir 25 February 2012

@ shazia the respected poet sums it so well, hardly room for further comment :) sat

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Dave Walker 25 February 2012

A really fantastic poem, great wording. A great write.

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Rajendran Muthiah 25 February 2012

The laugh of the dolorous heart is sensible as they have made your soul bleeding. Touching lines with hidden events!

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Shahzia Batool 24 February 2012

It is right it should be so Man was made for Joy & Woe; And when this we rightly know Thro' the World we safely go. Joy & Woe are woven fine, A Clothing for the Soul divine; Under every grief & pine Runs a joy with silken twine...... Blake... Appearances are deceptive...beautiful poem...

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