Tajudeen Shah

(India.)

The Mass.


The Mass,
A Messy Class.
Classic Art,
A lofty line.
Lifeless Souls,
Soulful Laments.
Heartless Words,
Senseless Expressions.
Casual Looks,
Easy lives.
Pity looks,
Paining Souls.

Submitted: Saturday, August 10, 2013
Edited: Tuesday, August 27, 2013

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  • Dinesh Nair (8/28/2013 7:39:00 AM)

    How precisely thoughts can be transferred into the casket of a beautiful pearl has been proved by you dear Tajudeen. I like your powerful rendering.. (Report) Reply

  • Farah Ilyas (8/18/2013 4:09:00 PM)

    Though random in description but strongly connected in harmonious way...playful art..
    Excellent (Report) Reply

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