Happy News!

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My poem, 'Let me Cry for You' was published in the October 11 issue of Madhyamam weekly, a leading publication in Kerala. Surprisingly it came out on Vijayadasami day.Feeling blessed and happy.

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  1. M.April 15, 2017 at 11:58 PM

    The pain you felt shows. Keep stretching that line of empathy wider and wider. It will hurt, but it's worth hurting.

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  2. UnknownMay 1, 2017 at 7:22 PM

    Just,superb lines. Go on

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  3. UnknownMay 1, 2017 at 7:23 PM

    Just,superb lines. Go on

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  4. KulakozhiMay 8, 2017 at 7:09 PM

    Yes.refugee crisis is the thundering typhoons of this era.to gain world peace, it should start within you.your empathy is what world should learn. Thank you jasmin for this heart touching poem.

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