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Rating: 4.1

With words I painted spring
So the cuckoo bird could sing,
Sing she did, but not in glee,
Her notes just yielded pity for me -
My crafted, worded toy
Failed to give me joy.

I pleaded Storm to hear,
This boat of mine to steer,
He took a portion, not the whole,

Of my rudderless, reckless soul -
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Monday, February 9, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: futility
sukanya mitra 08 July 2016

Poem without a note of melancholy does not add to the mood... very touching..

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Amar Agarwala 08 April 2016

Dear Sagnik, You do write so well... your verses are incredibly appealing. Want to read more of your work. Best Always!

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Kim Barney 08 April 2016

This is very well written, Sagnik. Congratulations on having it selected as poem of the day!

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Susan Williams 08 April 2016

very crisp, and well argued- enjoyed reading your work

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Roxanne Dubarry 08 April 2016

Every thing is not Futility, you do write inspirational poetry. And do an excellant job!

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Barry Middleton 08 April 2016

If we could just have a rewind and a do over life would be so much easier. Nice work.

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Darwin Henry Beuning 08 April 2016

Sagnik, very nice. Rejoice, for tomorrow is a new day, stand tall and face the sun.

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Ratnakar Mandlik 08 April 2016

Wonderfully conceptualized lines, In two my heart was torn In silence, grief was born.. Heartiest congrats for the poem of the Day.

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Kelly Kurt 08 April 2016

Futility, thy name is life. Well stated and worthy as today's poem

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