Toru Dutt
Calcutta / British India
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My Vocation

Rating: 4.4
A waif on this earth,
Sick, ugly and small,
Contemned from my birth
And rejected by all,
From my lips broke
Where - oh where shall I fly?
Who comfort will bring?
Sing, - said God in reply,
Chant poor little thing.
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Dr Antony Theodore 02 August 2020
Where - oh where shall I fly? Who comfort will bring? Sing, - said God in reply, Chant poor little thing. emotional expressions. tony
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Manonton Dalan 20 January 2016
I wonder what was she chanting? ? ? ? ? ? ?
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Susan Williams 20 January 2016
This poet died when he was 21? His life was so brief to carry such a huge talent. This poem touched me as I think it will touch many readers. It is simple- it is a plea for a little touch of glory in our lives- -it is a piece of comfort for a large heartache- my gosh, but I like this little simple heartbreaking poem.
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* Sunprincess * 20 January 2016
.....a wonderful message...i wish their were more poems in this collection ?
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Ratnakar Mandlik 20 January 2016
But like a ripple or smile My youth passed away Now near beauty I sigh But fled is the spring Very lovable diction. Thanks for sharing.
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