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poddarku Senior Member
since 2008-01-15
Posts 589india 
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Omens - The sweet aroma of rice; yonder bare fields; on the stone the dark patches of water pitchers and her looking at the sky where buzzards fly, are completing the composition of waiting. She has been waiting too long; too long she has made her man hold his patience all these while; believed peace will come. Now these flying buzzards are looking ominous like secret language which mystic nomads speak. She trembles with the prospect of unknown evils. A long wait for her son, returning from town, from the all consuming town where he has gone long, long, long time ago. But she has hoped for return. She again watched for God’s language. Let him come. =© 2009 - All Rights Reserved Kushal Poddar clever talks delay friendship! |
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steavenr Member Elite
since 2003-11-17
Posts 4058 |
this write paints a lovely story...a story with meaning...the best kind (IMHO) imagery & vision...nice |
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Margherita Member Seraphic
since 2003-02-08
Posts 22236Eternity |
Oh, a mother's heart will never stop waiting and praying and worrying ... because she loves. This is so intense, it hurts. Dear Ku, it's good to read your realistic stories and to connect with compassion with your characters. Love, Margherita  |
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brneyedgrly Senior Member
since 2009-06-08
Posts 1125nowhere and everywhere |
She trembles with the prospect of unknown evils. A long wait for her son, returning from town, from the all consuming town where he has gone long, long, long time ago. But she has hoped for return. She again watched for God’s language. Let him come. ~oh, this hits me right in the heart...i wish my son was here right now...i'd give him a huge hug! beautiful... ~I am the keeper of what he cast off~ |
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OwlSA Member Rara Avis
since 2005-11-07
Posts 9347Durban, South Africa |
Your exquisite, sensitive, compassionate living painting has tears streaming down my cheeks with its beauty, its pain and how close it is to my situation, with regard to my daughter far away, physically in Australia, and emotionally a planet away from me. I can never get over how English obeys your every stroke of the paintbrush, despite it being your second language. Owl [This message has been edited by OwlSA (06-13-2009 01:31 PM).] |
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BluesSerenade Member Patricius
since 2001-10-23
Posts 10549By the Seaside |
The anguish is so heartbreaking, the unknown felt so deeply. The prayers so real. Outstanding poet you are. |
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Alison 
since 2008-01-27
Posts 9318Lumpy oatmeal makes me crazy! |
Kushal, I think that your writing is just getting better and better. I feel her anguish as her eyes continue to search for him. Sometimes we just can't let go of such a deep love. Alison |
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