Thursday, August 22, 2013

The Scare Revisited Comments

Rating: 5.0

As I flee from the scare of the mainland
And search for an Utopian solace down in a pool
My heart swells and smells like frosted blood.
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M D Dinesh Nair
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Tirupathi Chandrupatla 02 September 2013

There is always scare in the real world.Scare of scarcity, adversity, uncertainty, and misahandling of resources. We must address all these to reduce the effect of scare. You revisited it nicely but don't befriend and compromise. Go your usual way. Thank you.

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Yasmin Khan 26 August 2013

We have to face life as it presents itself to us moment by moment. There's no escape from reality. A poem with a very good message

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Heather Wilkins 24 August 2013

a great write just live life unafraid of anyone life the great protector.

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Hazel Durham 23 August 2013

Embrace your fears and challenge them with humour and detemination, a great message in this soul searching and enllightening poem! Superb write!

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Shalini Samuel 23 August 2013

Cant say i never get scared.. but just try to ignore it.. its not there! !

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Valsa George 23 August 2013

Don't shake hands with the Scare, but loosen his grip and return to the life of the mainland! If you willfully opt for his companionship, who can save you? Fear and scare have many eyes and they see more illusory things than real! ! Have the will to banish scares and wisdom finds the way! !

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Dinesan Madathil 23 August 2013

Aswath, do you mean a scared man can write a good poem? When Valsa madam chides me, I listen to her.. Note: She mostly apreciates me and when I try to toy with wayward thoughts, she chides me and of course, I deserve it.

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Dinesan Madathil 23 August 2013

Thank you Ms Shahzia for your words of equations, permutations and combinations!

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Shahzia Batool 23 August 2013

A poem for poetry-recitation contests for its intonation and feel! ! !

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