Friday, September 11, 2009

In Wanders Itself Comments

Rating: 2.5

I open the screen of the darkness
Like a canvas it unrolls down the easel
From the corner in the groove on the silence
Rivers had not heard nor seas proclaimed
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Sadiqullah Khan
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ata khan 12 September 2009

I really want to copy the whole poem down here, i love the last stanza. I have added the poem to my favourite list. Most favourite.

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ata khan 12 September 2009

I am really confused, which line or stanza to copy down here to praise. But I'll still want to copy the following, taking great pleasure in reading it again and again. What a beauty. Marvelous. 'Sun had been as slow in yelling For the moon in the folds of the night I meet you on the milky way carrying dew On the green leaf with dandelions The brush stokes deep in indigo' What a classy feeling, and imagery. It takes me to heavens. Thanks a lot for sharing dear friend.1000+ ata

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