Saturday, September 28, 2019

Treading On Life's Banana Skins Comments

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The king of fruit we fondly eat,
Unassuming, not in big league,
Nor pricey, common man's best friend
Ever since it came to this land,
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Aniruddha Pathak
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Dr Antony Theodore 29 November 2019

ake one of Emerson's1 known ilk Who wove what was no purest silk: Civil prudes scarce loved hot zones, Where snow falls there be frozen bones, But where the fruit grows man is sensual, ' Lucky, none fell for this racial fuel. This is a very fine poem. so much of thinking has gone into this poem.. thank u dear Aniruddha. tony

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Aniruddha Pathak 29 November 2019

Unfortunately, dear Dr Antony, there is no readership for such poems today. There might be rare poets like you who would dig it out from oblivion from 2013 it was writ. I strongly feel every poem should have a solid and substantive base around which it can be beautified in a poem form. The rest is how you do it. Thank you very much it is readers like you who would let such poems survive.

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