Don’t Hold Poem by Ashraful Musaddeq

Don’t Hold

Rating: 4.8


Don’t hold me tight
We are crossing zero!

Let’s forget
Mind was on mind.

Hands grows old
Coldness is increasing
Up to decease
Love lies like old cat!

We are demanding for
The smell of new hands!

Zero is the end of
Desire!

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Antonio Liao 02 September 2008

a perfect poem i ever read, certainly, loving to the beloved is not conquering the will, it it flows... a free to live.... a distance that hold....that only the heart can feel 10 point for this poem..thank you

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Anna jonson 02 September 2008

goood poem 10 from me

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John Tiong Chunghoo 01 September 2008

there is a new concept in your poem i try to get to. will read more. keep on ashraful.

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Li Away 31 August 2008

like everything else in life, love dies love grows to naught, in case it was only a mere incident, a habit like hands touching without holding in this poem love doesn't hold i like this poem better

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Chris Mendros 31 August 2008

'...Let’s forget/Mind was on mind....' This line alone 'makes' the poem, but the rest of it sends the mind reeling in a whirlwind of wonder. You have almost exclusively let the 'picture tell the story', which is a lot of what rhymeless, English-language poetry is all about. But, 'Mind...was on mind': says more than any poem can say, tho i do appreciate the effort to say it.

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Uzma Jamil 16 May 2009

easy words but wd depth in thoughts.............. only the who experiences can well describe. regards.

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Muhammad Ali 14 May 2009

it is as some one takes his thoughts from his mind by his hands and places them before us... very easy to read but very mush difficult to say! ! ! just love! ! 10.. Ali

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Aijaz Asif 20 September 2008

starting from zero and zero is the end....a very well written poem ashraf.....10/10

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Tsira Goge 20 September 2008

Ashraful, It is very wise and effective work... 10... Tsira

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Not a member No 3 12 September 2008

Carefully chosen shards of meaning combined to great effect. Wisdom and experience both selectively at work. Worth rereading and taking time over. A fine poem.

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