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While combing
my head
a string of gray hair
rushed into me
as an ocean of remorse
as if sky falls down
to earth.
As if it is my fault

Binayakumar Mohanty

Tuesday, December 5, 2017

Topic(s) of this poem: aging

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Indira Renganathan 22 December 2017

No better words can craft a better work than this...10++++++

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Galina Italyanskaya 05 December 2017

Love your poem! It is powerful, though maybe I don't think a gray hair is that bad) but sometimes they look like scars on our soul.

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Binayakumar Mohanty 05 December 2017

Thanks dear poet for nice lovable comment on my poem.

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Binayakumar Mohanty 05 December 2017

Thanks dear poet for your lovely comment on the poem.

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Jette Blackstone 05 December 2017

Those grey hairs can be unsettling...and remind us that time is ticking.

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Binayakumar Mohanty 05 December 2017

Nice inspirational comments dear poet.I loved it.

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