Thursday, May 24, 2012

Twilight Years Comments

Rating: 5.0

It is the evening of his life.

He sits on an isolated bench
And stares with empty eyes at the barren park.
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Anita Sehgal
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Valsa George 03 December 2012

A moving picture of the desolate evening of life, so full of pathos! !

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Om Chawla 25 October 2012

'The stirrings in his heart move out to connect but come back desolate and forlorn', how poignant and the pathos is aptly summed up in last two lines; '....how long, before it comes' Very touching. Incidently I may mention that I had taken your inward looking poem 'Delusion Ensnares' and more contemporaneous Once as my favourites.

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Walterrean Salley 05 August 2012

A universal experience. Thus, this poem touches the heart of many who can readily identify with its powerful message. Very touching. Great images. Well penned.

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Saadat Tahir 25 May 2012

painful touching lines..... nice.........liked the poem

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R.k Das 25 May 2012

very poignant... it hurts..

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Simon Collins 24 May 2012

Absolutely beautiful imagery Anita, thanks

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