Monday, January 11, 2016

The Old Watch Dog Comments

Rating: 5.0

In comes the dawn with his fore finger,
in the grips of aurora,
and Venus now shining as a morning star,
looking like an old watch dog,
...
Read full text

Akhtar Jawad
COMMENTS
Khalida Bano Ali 01 August 2018

A thoughtful poem, very impressive write.

0 0 Reply
Kelly Kurt 12 January 2016

Flowing, visual, sensory. There are insufficient words to describe the art you share with us

0 0 Reply
Valsa George 11 January 2016

The comparison of Venus to a watch dog is quite apt! The poem abounds in a series of beautiful and striking images! Enjoyed reading!

1 0 Reply
Rajnish Manga 11 January 2016

Your expressions linger long after we are through the game of life ends in the blue and enters in the green. Wow! A look at the line I quote will further vouch for my assertion: The old watch dog, having offered the morning prayers, asked the cute rose buds, to leave their beds,

1 0 Reply
Akhtar Jawad

Akhtar Jawad

Gorakhpur
Close
Error Success