Through The Busy Lane... Comments
Pacing through the busy lane,
Hauled me, The Sight, purely of anguish...
Muttering in her slumber, there lay,
On the squalid pavement,
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Living in a past pace of life, as accdg to you, a busy lane... it makes heart harden and eyes blind to see others. The choice of ignoring others plight for the main concern only is thier own life to live...penned well here, thanks. a 10.
well written.....and the complicated words make this poem serious....good job!
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7/26/2025 10:31:49 AM # 1.0.0
nicely you made it words of fire Hunger-stricken existence... Her sombre eyes...Rendered me an insight... Virtually a century of excruciation... Laid, I, a shilling on her deformed metal plate... And