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A Memoir

Rating: 5.0

It was summertime,
The loo was blowing hot
And I was crossing the dry sand bed
Of the rivulet
To move to another hamlet.

It was lonely all around the place,
The solitary landscape
Without men and animals
Grazing the fields and fallows.

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Wednesday, December 2, 2020
Topic(s) of this poem: art
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Ratnakar Mandlik 02 December 2020

A great experience, it's memoir and intensity of feelings it aroused have been wonderfully portrayed in this beautiful poem. Thanks for sharing this 5 star poem.

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