Tuesday, November 4, 2008

The Paper Comments

Rating: 5.0

Little n’ nimble fingers, touch you,
Fold you, crumple, may cut you,
Crackle, lines mould a boat appears,
In the rain, along the drain, muddy feet, cheer
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Rajesh Kumar Vaid
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I adored this poem because it had a vibrancy all of its own. You the tools of touch, color, and it reflected so much imagery. Thank you for being my poetical friend....Karin Anderson

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Hasina Khan 18 November 2008

Enjoyed the read! Your creativity is remarkable......

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Cheryl Lynn Moyer-peele 15 November 2008

Rajesh - A crumb, a slip of paper, a flick of dust, the mist of vapor. Seen with a poet's eyes, with favor. Blessings to you - Cheryl

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Andrew mark Wilkinson 10 November 2008

It's doing things together the simple things give the heart most pleasure... Andrew 10

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Anjali Sinha 09 November 2008

wow a beautiful one-- I never thought one could exalt the virtues of simple paper so much. I loved it -a unique theme. Well penned and great write ++++10 regards anju (do read and comment some of mine)

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Seema Chowdhury 07 November 2008

a very nice poem. one that comes from the heart alwasy touch the hearts of others. well composed and thought topic.

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Reshma Ramesh 05 November 2008

another superb one...........well done...

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