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  • POEM: Tree (Children's Day Special) by Tribhawan Kaul (11/14/2014 12:49:00 AM)

    it is well said and well flowed..love it

  • POET: Heather Burns (9/7/2014 8:34:00 AM)

    hearty congratulations for being stood first and remain there for a long time, i am happy and proud for you. cheers!

  • POET: Abdul Wahab (7/24/2014 2:46:00 PM)

    From:
    Maiya Hershey (Lebanon ;)
    To:
    Wahab Abdul
    Date Time:
    7/24/2014 10: 40: 00 AM (GMT -6: 00)
    Subject:
    Great Poetry!

    Hello Dear,
    I was going through poetry and I somehow reached your page! I loved all your poems and I would like to ask you if you would accept if I use one of your poems 'Life is' as lyrics to one of my new songs and I'd love to sing it.
    I play piano and I am specialized with sound effects and atmospheric music.
    You will be featured in the track and I will link all the listeners directly to your page here.
    Please if you agree Message me back on my email maiya.hershey@gmail.com
    and If you'd like to check out my work it's on this site:
    https: //soundcloud.com/maiya-hershey
    I'd love to hear from you and keep up the great work!
    Regards from Lebanon :)

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  • Wahab Abdul (3/4/2012 7:53:00 PM) Post reply | Read 1 reply

    I want to die


    Heavenly cursed and heavily sinned I
    So, I do not want to live, I want to die
    And I want to become a holy ghost
    Whom the people would like the most.
    Like the retreating solders I like to come back
    To my own permanent and eternal home
    You may call it a suicide or martyrdom.

    In my real home I see the news
    Coming from the lipstick coated lips
    In the television of my molten death
    People are sobbing with a heavy breath.
    The atmosphere is heavy and they feel the pain
    This thrills me and gives me a feeling of gain.

    The only son of my father
    The only darling of my mother
    Fainted repeatedly on the cushion
    Peal like tear drops coming from my beloved son,
    Friends and relatives express grief in the community hall,
    All these excite me and I sought to say’’ I love you all.’’

    For the first time in my life in my last ritual I listen
    From those men that I was really a very good man
    In such intense atmosphere of gloom and sad
    My heart cheers and I become too much glad.

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