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A Poet's Morning

Rating: 5.0
I like to sleep late, almost till eight, my skeptical
duvet doesn’t like to blow its cover, so I pass
my time making up anagrams of famous names,
only I can’t spell and end up with words that make
no sense; I have tried for years to be a novelist but
after a page of reluctant words, I end up going back
to bed. It is said gorillas are bright because they are
able to fold a few leaves together and make a bed,
big deal, the sparrows on my roof make intricate
nests of feather, tiny twigs and digested worms,
and they get babies that try to push each other out;
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Sarwar Chowdhury 20 July 2008
Here words emitting deep phenomena...the inner truth of reality. Flow of verses are fine! I liked it 10/10
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Gone with the wind 20 July 2008
This is so vivid...all the pictures are built to be real and they are more than just real.the human knowledge, the gorrilas, the sparrows, the digested warms..nature surely is a murderer...a tranquilising one...here you have painted some perfect pictures..the ability to endeavour the contrast and flow is marvellous... Gul
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