Letters.. Poem by Randhir kaur

Letters..

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I am happy but there is a pain in this gaiety.
The mosses and thistle have turned their tint on the threshold.
How more eon to be created, these collection of azure are getting shrivel.
How more shall I live on the basis of this white papers.
Everyday you are slaughtering me not with your aura but your letters.

Tuesday, January 10, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: pain
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Sylvaonyema Uba 10 January 2017

Letters as weapons of joy or sadness. A good piece. Sylva -Onyema Uba

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Randhir Kaur 11 January 2017

It means a lot to me. Peace.

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Edward Kofi Louis 19 January 2017

A pain within. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.

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Randhir Kaur 24 February 2017

Thank you Reza Sir, respected poet Edward, Kumarmani Sir, Monik Sir, Samuel Segun Toluwalase, Mihaela Pirjol. Huge words. Bliss.

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Mihaela Pirjol 19 February 2017

A lovely poetic diction: subtle, yet intense emotions are searching their way to the surface...the last verse: '' Everyday you are slaughtering me not with your aura but your letters. '' - absolutely beautiful!

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Samuel Segun Toluwalase 17 February 2017

I love the poem, its very amazing to have captured the entire reality of your feelings. Lovely diction that's what makes the poem even more mazing

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Siddartha Montik 08 February 2017

Very Delicately expressed Poem of Pain Poet Kaur. Like the deep verses much! ! Thank you for sharing!

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Kumarmani Mahakul 08 February 2017

Pain is perfectly expressed in this poem. Life gives feeling of happiness but still there is grief and living basing on white papers is really painful. This metaphorically and humorously well expressed here. An amazing poem this is really.10

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