Wednesday, April 30, 2014

Wailing For My Ancestors Comments

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Let me go to sleep in the dark
When there is peace in the sky;
And sound has gone to search itself
In the wilderness of thick foliage;
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Anil Kumar Panda
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Valsa George 07 May 2014

Bequeathing all wealth and possessions to the progeny, our ancestors have retreated into another world 'from whose bourns, no traveller returns'! All our wailings for their return will be in vain and we are never given another chance to have their presence here on Earth...... A good poem!

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Shobana Gomes 03 May 2014

Wonderful poem and imagery. Thank you for your comment on my poem.

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