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Rating: 5.0

I am a Bengali, an Indian
A Muslim and an Asian
Friend, I am truly broken
In keeping and fighting out
Those identities and aspirations
It looks like, I am a bird trapped in ideologies
And my roots have gone deep in the ground
Static and motionless
I stand like a tree
A statue made up of dry wood

Engaged in arguing pretty politics
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Mehta Hasmukh Amathalal 16 January 2014

But in the truth In the real creation for mankind. NICE LIN ES...10 TRUELY SPOKEN BUT NOT AS TOKEN IT IS REAL IN ESSENCE AND NOT BY CHANCE

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Md Asadullah 01 January 2014

Last line of your poem is so true as if entire poem was meant for the last line,10/10

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Wahab Abdul 29 December 2013

Comments on your poem ''my pleasure'' Commented on 12/29/2013 7: 44: 00 AM by Anne Lise Andresen - Nice to read, wahab! - well written - HAPPY NEW YEAR! - oxox // Anne-Lise :)

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Wahab Abdul 29 December 2013

Jeff Cannon - - potent and stirring journey into claiming one's self, finding one's humanness underneath so many labels, clarifications, declensions of being. Then as if that is not enough, claim the consequence of that information, knowledge, body wisdom so as live in the expanding and ever widening landscapes of so many socially worlds likewise calibrated to accept or reject one by its volume of definitions. An ongoing pilgrimage inward and outward until we die not from exhaustion but merely from the last tick of our clock time here as earth creature co-inhabitor of unconditionally gifted wonder - thanks for this poem Abdul Wahab

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