Papyrus Poem by Mubeen Sadhika

Papyrus

Rating: 4.5


The pith became the
enactment of records
memories stored
the forgettable outflow
putrid smell remains
the odour evokes past
inseparable testimony
crumbling down the proof
the tracks of reputation
the sketches of history
the kin in binary relation
the methods to be traced
so as immortal manure
stupefied in flora.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Zeinab Sherif 15 July 2009

perfect work, keep it up.10+++

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Patrick A. Martin 15 July 2009

I like this one a lot Mubeen

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Sarwar Chowdhury 29 July 2009

Excellent! 'stupefied in flora' well done 10+

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Mehta Hasmukh Amathalal 24 August 2009

the kin in binary relation the methods to be traced so as immortal manure stupefied in flora..........it is beatiofully rhymed poem with clear vision..i liked the idea and poem.....10

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Ben Gieske 09 October 2009

Very evocative. Stirs up a lot of images and experiences.

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Ken E Hall 10 October 2009

The theme is not for the faint brain but with binary connection can fathom out what you are saying and history is as such to study how we went wrong...good poem but I think with your talent plain english would suffice regards

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Aziz Alkaabi 09 October 2009

I need to study this at an ease! With the problems we have in posting, sometimes and due to some web coughs, I need to write down a long respnse and, giving experience, I might loose it!

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Ravi A 09 October 2009

A really wonderful idea that has been said in good verses. Yes. You have the capacity to go into the heart of every element of this grand Nature. This insight is often missing in majority of poets and people around us. What to do? Keep going!

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Bob Blackwell 09 October 2009

Papyrus records from the past, help our understanding now. A excellent write.

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Emu Getachew 09 October 2009

Papyrus is like the human skin on this poem. Regardless of time passed or past experiences once itched to the memory its there for eternity. A scent of a flower or a sound of some sort always manages to awaken past time and bring forth past into present. Loved ittttttt…thanks 10+++++

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