Encircled Triage Poem by Naseer Ahmed Nasir

Encircled Triage

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Life is an empty abode
Built on the verge of
An invisible road
Leading to perpetual death
Muted in an eternal mode
Deprived of an omen
Or a node
Red, yellow, green
Encircled in a triadic universal code.

rago rago 22 April 2009

simple truth.............a good write.

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Catrina Heart 23 April 2009

The color of life's path written in a very nice mataphors...fabulous verses written.

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Obed Souza 23 April 2009

Dear poet, It´s due to us to fill life with meaning or emptiness. My concept of life includes many things but it to be empty. All these colors come from man´s heart. And man´s hearts are full of many things. It´s up to us to give or deprive life from itself. May ' itself' be whatever you conceive it to b e. It depends on perspective, where you place yourself is very important on the way you describe and feel things. It seems you were a bit depressed when you wrote this poem, or I might be wrong and didn´t catch the real meaning. Still, I really appreciate your style.

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Glenn La Race Jr 24 April 2009

culture, oh culture, how can you do such a thing to people who obtain you, who choose to make you only emptiness, explain you as ineffable, malicious; pit against others who just follow this illusion of life, and yell, shout, scream with only a resonance of someone elses voice, they can't even see. i like it.

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Alison Cassidy 25 April 2009

You certainly don't waste words in this insightful poem about life and death and the limited choices we humans may make on our journey. Your use of triage as a metaphor for prioritizing is most interesting and certainly encourages this reader pause and reflect. Love, Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥

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Alex Sarich 25 January 2017

you write the truth, nicely written.

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Sonali Ganguly 16 January 2016

nice lines sir...short but expresses a deep thought.

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Seema Chowdhury 22 July 2015

An engaging write, nicely composed.

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Emma Adamyan 03 July 2009

the shot(poem) hits the target

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Cindy Kreiner Sera 01 May 2009

Yes, the only thing we are sure of is death- when our moment comes...nature goes on doing what it has done from the beginning of time - they are better off than we humans but we interfere with them too....good write this. Thank you Cindy

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