Muhammad Shanazar (10/19/2007 9:20:00 PM)
Muhammad Shanazar (10/19/2007 9: 13: 00 PM) | Delete this message
Very touchy poem, tragedy of the time, man is going away from man, the distances are widenning, though we live in the multitude of men and women but still we experience a sense of lonliness. There is no one to share our pangs and pleasure, there is no one to mop our tears. We feel alone because evry one is running after his own material pursuits, every one is scratched and wounded. But the poetess should not be depressed, the world yet has a few men and women who are in search of the faces with flowing tears, they intend to soak them, they have the shoulders to offer, to lessen the pangs.
Nice poem with the natural flow.
Love and hugs
Shanazar |
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