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Far from the west came a man,
And me in the Indian Sands',
Making a friendship tight -
It was freddy who met me in the night.
The month of October, the weeks of November,
The bond flew more slender -
Thou left in the month of January;
Thy memories make me sorry!
Oh thy gossips cheered me all;
Like the beauty of an ever lasting waterfall,
Thy music rings in my ears
Resulting in hot brimming tears.
your memory is as fresh in my mind -
Giving me hope to remember thine! !
Sonnet Mondal
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Thursday, October 18, 2007 |
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Sunday, April 17, 2011 |
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Dr.subhendu Kar (5/29/2008 10:38:00 AM)
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lovely poem rhymes well
heart still revels by the night...............exqusite expression by the feelinmg of friendship from far off place, well penned,10+, thanks for sharing
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Sandy nobody (10/29/2007 5:12:00 AM)
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hold on to special memories sonnet, memories are what makes us who we are,1 day you and your friend might meet again
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Tushar Arora (10/28/2007 5:01:00 AM)
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The friends who are special and when they leave, we would certainly feel sad. It also had happened to me numerous of times. The poem was short, a remembrance tribute. Well you must keep it on. Write some more longer poems because you are a grown up now! The poems will certainly complete a book for you. Be courageous for the next one! I will certainly read more poems.
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Lauren Watkins (10/28/2007 3:40:00 AM)
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This holds a heartfelt message, conveyed well with your words. The rhythem works especially well here.
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pssive Wnker (10/25/2007 2:27:00 AM)
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This brims with all that matters about a 'mate' and the sadness of goodbyes touches, yet keeping those 'passing mates' alive is ever so much more tangible today thanks to technology
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James Niles (10/21/2007 6:56:00 PM)
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Ah, yes, another bit of good fortune, cultivating friends of all types from everywhere on the planet. It is not so much the striking differences (now I am hungry for some curry, the best I found near Birmingham, England, in a remote pub.) but those things we have in common, and they are more than we can ever know.
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Penny Hemans (10/20/2007 3:54:00 PM)
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Oh this is a lovely poem; it reminds me of how I felt, and still feel, about my friends I met in India.. keep on Sonnet, Blessings, xxPenny
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