Sore Of Shore - Poem by VIPINS PUTHOORAN

Thrash not the lash more and more
As the stars stare at the sore of shore
To hear the whispers of vespers pour-
Might in the delight of the quiet night
To fill the bowl of my soul with light

Topic(s) of this poem: light

Comments about Sore Of Shore by VIPINS PUTHOORAN

  • Hans Vr (3/15/2013 5:51:00 AM)

    good one, Vipins.
    Keep writin, my friend.
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  • (1/24/2013 2:31:00 AM)

    Enlightened when the bowl of the soul is filled with light! Beautiful! (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, January 15, 2013

Poem Edited: Thursday, August 13, 2015

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