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Arrivals, departures,
Short vacations, kind companions,
Acquisitions, awards, gifts, honours …
Watch wistfully as one walks on sands of time!
Zafar, Panikkar, Keats, Whitman
Lighted wanderer’s paths
Many a dawn and dusk…
Lingering memories, flitting fragrances!
Unsung melodies, unheard names,
Flowers fade in forest foliage,
Unknown remain most lovely ones…
Yet, they too matter as they are! |
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Thanks ,Dr Basha for your kind words of appreciation.Best.
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I hold your view in high esteem.Regards,Raj ji.
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Thanks for your perceptive observation,Ramabrahmam sir.
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Nice. Truly, it matters as it is.
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Very philosophical. Love it.
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Lovely composition. Unheard melodies are sweeter, unseen carry baskets of unknown beauty! I enjoyed reading your poem, Chandramouli sir.
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very well contemplated and presented verse on life and departure. Liked it very much.
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You are a well accomplished poet , Indira.You comment it self a compliment.best.
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ah, on the wing of life...
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Respected Prof Bhushan sir, thanks for your kind words of support. We need your blessings as always.Regards.
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Dear Sai Sony,
I can see the procession and also is visible the crowds vanishing into the pink mists of fragrances maddening.........
Be blessed.
RKBhushan
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