Constant Sorrow Poem by kanav justa

Constant Sorrow

Rating: 5.0


Everyday
A Sunday

Tranquil I stay
Alone in my way
nothing to play
nothing to say


hairs getting gray
sadness they spray
and depressed i lay
Still without a pay

And all i pray
someone take me away

to a place where there are lots of flies at least I can spend my time killing them

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
So Close 13 December 2012

the ending was so amazing.....keep on poeting... »so close«

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Owain Glyn 13 December 2012

I have just got to tell you, there are very few pieces that I read that have made me laugh out loud, yours most certainly did! Not really fair to take it out on the poor flies! ha, ha, ha. I shall definitely read some more. Worth a 10

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Jahan Zeb 16 December 2012

You kept me guessing what the end will be like. there you go my dear. the last line is an extremely unexpected end. Very nice and very imaginative. You know your last line is very powerful. yes it's comic but means a lot and makes the readers thinking. What distress! if someone finds killing flies better than. 10 out of 10 dear

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Unwritten Soul 16 December 2012

SO short but it conclude all perfectly....that's how a good poem can share! Nice nice nice write Kanav...it really good, very good..and so true heartfelt_Soul

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Stevie Taite 24 December 2012

This is an awesome little muse! Reads so well and I love the last line! It's a real 'kick the can' with your pockets tugged down poem! Enjoyed!

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Dinesan Madathil 20 April 2014

You could retain the element of suspense all throughout and your handling of the phases of the illustrative poem is superb Kanav.

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Amitava Sur 20 January 2014

That's why I repeatedly say - Loneliness in a way is another form of death...... right penning Kanav

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Valsa George 15 December 2013

Beautifully rhyming verse on a blighted life! Enjoyed the easy flow of the whole poem! !

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Morose Mermaid 27 November 2013

Like most of it... except the ending.... Love the title...

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Patricia Grantham 05 June 2013

A delightful poem. Killing flies is just another way of killing some time. Hope the sorrows will fly away (excuse the pun) . Enjoyed the write. Please read my poem Valley of Despair

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