Anand Shankar

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Nights Without The One Who Made My Nights - Poem by Anand Shankar

I hold the glass high
Full of pain and gloom
Of losing my love
I make a toast with sigh
With smoke rings in the dark room
In the name of my love
With each sip, I cry
My heart yearning to doom
In the memories of my love
Now the moon has climbed up in sky
And the stars beginning to zoom
But I fill the glass again
In the name of my love.


Comments about Nights Without The One Who Made My Nights by Anand Shankar

  • Brian Jani (5/5/2014 9:00:00 AM)


    Your poem = very good (Report) Reply

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  • Malini Kadir (4/7/2008 11:52:00 PM)


    Poet I feel sorry for your gloom.......why so? when so many stars in the sky zoom....... (Report) Reply

  • Vidyadhar Durgekar (4/6/2008 2:40:00 AM)


    An excellent poem with pain and emotions written with poetic diction (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, April 6, 2008

Poem Edited: Friday, November 18, 2011


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