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Nebulous Streams, Clouding My Brain

Nebulous streams, clouding my brain Obscure eyelash, aimless your leaf You ask for rhyme, well, to what end One way poems, emptiness in ship Arriving to nothing, blind direction No door opens, except baffling pain What a crimson commerce, of emotion Nebulous streams, clouding my brain Every glass is broken, milk is spilt Every moment tense, where is rose In dream we tremble, pain and guilt In your venom valley, no grass grows Can’t there be, an ocean for all In every dreamy eye, a pink waterfall A little cottage garden, for birds to call A crystal clear stream, easy footfall _________________________________ 16/12/2016

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Date: 12/19/2016 3:41:00 PM
Another fine entry for this contrast Probir. You picked a difficult line and expressed it so well. Best of luck in the contest. 7 ; )
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Probir Gupta
Date: 12/19/2016 6:11:00 PM
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Date: 12/17/2016 9:10:00 AM
Excellent poetic composition dear, Probir! Poetry is the language of God that can be spoken in any form one understands!
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Date: 12/18/2016 4:23:00 AM
I am tempted to change my third line to:You ask for God, well, to what end/especially when it is we and only we/ who cultivate our brain/ for a drop of very fine rain/then again/ why that old enigma ... be that as it may, with all my love and regards for you, dear friend, dear professor, thank you ...
Date: 12/16/2016 1:41:00 PM
- Endless forms today .... I think it's exciting - Great written, Probir - Best wishes for a peaceful and beautiful Christmas to you and your family - hugs // Anne-Lise :)
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Date: 12/16/2016 5:24:00 PM
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Date: 12/16/2016 11:43:00 AM
Nicely expressed. I enjoyed the message in this one Probir. Poetry is so many things and no one form is the correct form. To each their own, poetry is an expression and those things come in many different shapes and sizes.
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Date: 12/16/2016 5:25:00 PM
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Date: 12/16/2016 9:33:00 AM
Enjoyed reading your clouded stream, Probir. Sigh...to end at the cottage garden upon easy footfalls. T'would be so very nice. ~ john
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Date: 12/16/2016 11:15:00 AM
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