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October 17, 2010 at 4:12 pm
Powerful. So very powerful somehow. Religion when simplified, only teaches us to do the right thing.
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October 18, 2010 at 3:07 am
Despite all of what we claim to do, there is only one thing that defines us best and that would be the word ignorant!
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October 18, 2010 at 3:58 am
Very nicely written, Usha :)(b'lated)Vijayadashami Greetings, too :)wishes, devika
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October 18, 2010 at 1:02 pm
Wow! Powerful words! It is indeed better if we keep her throughout the year in our hearts than have a mere nine days of pomp and show. Happy belated Vijayadashami greetings.
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October 18, 2010 at 1:12 pm
Powerful! If only we did not become animals as soon as thought she'd left, the world would have been a much better place!Belated Vijayadashami wishes to you and your family.
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October 20, 2010 at 4:23 pm
Nice one. But the actual scenario in some of the places is quite different than the one portrayed in these lines. ” Foolish us!Relieved She has left.We become animals again! ” We are foolish, I agree. We are animals even when she is present. We sacrifice animals to her and let her dance in that blood of her creation. I am not sure what it represents. I can only see writhing roosters and skinned out flesh of sheep and goats hanging as a garland to her arrival.
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November 15, 2010 at 8:21 am
First time here. It is a nice poem!
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November 26, 2010 at 1:42 pm
i luv poems alot……i liked this poem verymuch its a nice poem.thanks for publishing such a gud poem and thanks for letting everyone enjoying it.-sreelakshmy
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November 30, 2010 at 6:41 am
Strong !Guiding indeed.
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