Friday, March 2, 2018

Few Tears Of A Poor Worker Comments

Rating: 5.0

I'm building the roads breaking the stones
It'll be a shiny city
My dreams will still lie under the stones
Called me as a worker...
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akshaya kumar samanta
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Akshaya Kumar Samanta 12 March 2018

Thank you...#Subhas ji for your valuable feedback.

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Subhas Chandra Chakra 04 March 2018

I too have a Marxist roof, but no sustaining sky in the society.I too have begot children off my Freud moon, but now without any moonlight. Still I dare live my loneliness, my discontent psychic and social, for I feel there will still be a night with a unknown moon rendering friendly and known moonshine. Part-1 .

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Subhas Chandra Chakra 04 March 2018

A very nice poem to be your debut creation. Keep it up dear.. with themes unique like this.10++++ for it. Regards. Subhas Part-2

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Akshaya Kumar Samanta 02 March 2018

Thank you so much for your kind feedback...#Kumarmani Mahakul

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Kumarmani Mahakul 02 March 2018

Welcome to PoemHunter! For making a shiny city you are building roads breaking many stones. Such expression allows mind to think more. Dreams remain under the stone. If there is roof in hose and no sky and if there is moon and no moonlight persons inside suffer a lot. You have brilliantly expressed sadness. This poem is amazing and excellently written. I am giving you 10 out of 10 in rating.

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