Concrete Expectation Poem by MAHTAB BANGALEE

Concrete Expectation

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In long breaths expectations lead me to die
I want to take loan some times to omit sigh
Your love is one color in the coat of colorful life
The wings of heron flying on the village of blue sky
Endless youthful stream of Karnafully river and I
Live together in poisonous vapor of manufacturing dye
Dawn to dusk we're digging the pond of fate
Lucy quay of life closes all around the gate
In the bed of night coarse plaster captives us
Lingering expectation gland lives always detach

Wednesday, January 31, 2018
Topic(s) of this poem: despair,hope,lifespan
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Hazel Durham 27 June 2019

Expectations cloud our judgement but working hard will bring us our rewards, an insightful and beautiful write!

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Dr Dillip K Swain 08 July 2019

A great poem! My pleasure reading it time and again! I adore your style of penning! Keep it up!

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Ratnakar Mandlik 07 February 2019

Lingering expectation gland lives always detach. Great poem. Congrats on the poem of the Day.

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Dr Antony Theodore 07 February 2019

Dawn to dusk we're digging the pond of fate Lucy quay of life closes all around the gate we are digging the pond of fate...... yes so true.. thank u dear Mahtab. tony

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M Asim Nehal 07 February 2019

Awesome, Superb.....Poem, At the outset, Congrats for this honours POTD. This poem is a masterpiece of imageries, vocabulary and articulate writing. I quote a single line which lifted this poem to supreme height: Your love is one color in the coat of colorful life.......10+++++

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Sultan Deen 25 February 2021

In the bed of night coarse plaster captives us Lingering expectation gland lives always detach /// beautiful poem penned; let it be rock

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Moore Noore 28 January 2021

Concrete expectation when comes to life and concrete advancement when entangles with all then all are enjoying the life of happiness- superb

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Moore Noore 28 January 2021

Expectation like a dream floating on the land of sense or thinking sometimes it can fill its well sometimes unable to fill for the concrete life~ that's the fact of life

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Mac Che 21 January 2021

One of your great thought provoking poem

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Dr Antony Theodore 09 May 2020

The wings of heron flying on the village of blue sky Endless youthful stream of Karnafully river and I Live together in poisonous vapor of manufacturing dye Dawn to dusk we're digging the pond of fate..Expressing despair you hve really succeeded my dear Mahtab. thank you. very much. tony

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