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Malekodi - the Poem by Melvyn Rodrigues
-William Pais, Allipade
Melvyn I am really touched, for my Malekoady has found a place in your poetry. Really, it speaks volumes, that it compels us to see what we have failed to see so far. This is real life, a life of enjoying sweet little things away from the hustle bustle of modern life. I am truely elated
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Kavita Fest 2008 - Bulletin
-Theo & Carol van Besouw, Canada
From the publication we can see that you're making progress in the cultural field.
It is truly fantastic to see your enthusiasm. From the contents of the Kavita paper we understand that Konkani is a somewhat threatened language. It not the only one, because of the stampede unleashed by computer technology, nearly every non-English language is being threatened, albeit sometimes out of sheer necessity.
Still, it is as if a stranger is invited to the house who in turn re-arranges the cherished, familiar decor to a foreign taste. Culture is rooted in a community in a similar relation as pure sound in a fine tuned violin: it is also easily distorted by outside influences. To preserve that, needs efforts of people willing to man the trenches to guard and fight for one of the most essential elements of a culture, and that is the language. You're doing an incredible job there! Hopefully you'll be recognized for the important work!
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Cochin Parishad Neglects Konkani Poets from Karnataka
-Maxim Lobo, Italy
This attitude of the so-called Akhil Konkani Parishad is disgusting, deplorable and I condemn it outright.
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Maxim Lobo's Ankri
-Maxim Pereira, Bangalore
I got hold of MAxim Lobo's first born Ankree, edited and published by Melvyn Rodrigues for Kavita Publications. Hats off to the budding poet Maxim Lobo for yours poems in Ankree. They are inspiring, though-proovking and enlightening.. While I congratulate Maxim for his quality poetry, I salute Melvyn for venturing into its publication into a book - Ankree. Would there be any new item about it in kavitaa.com? I look forward to it.
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Melwyn Nirude Poem
-Cynthia DÇunha, Abu Dhabi, Nirude
Dear Melwyn, Your poem is so good and we are glad to know that you are writing beautiful poems
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Melwyn Nirude Poem
-Joachim D' Souza,Doha-Qatar
Dear Melwyn Nirude Nice Gazal, (Sukti) Keep it up & All the best. As a priest we want to read more from you in near future. Regards Joachim & Family, Doha-Qatar
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Maurice Dsa Poem
-Valerian Dalmaida, Abu Dhabi
Dear Maurice, Melwyn says, after a long silence, you are back. I pray this silence has brought you back to the reality that we are pilgrims on this earth and our permanent home is with our Blessed Lord. Encourage people with your poetry and spread the message of life, love and truth of our Lord.
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Maurice Dsa Poem
-M.P. Rodrigues, Dubai
A very good piece of poetry in every respect. Keep it up!
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Maurice Dsa Poem
-Melvin, Kaikaba
Maurice, as written by MR you were missing in 'Kavitha Sonsar for quite a long time now. But so many unwritten Kavithas might have registered in your mind during this time. I am even sad that you could continue(?) the Kannik. This Poetry is so sweet . The message must reach to the mass. regards
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