<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=348411" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Grass-flower</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">For years I have been walking <br>On the familiar <br>And not-so-familiar <br>Paths of the city.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The hissing of the <br>High-tech automobiles, <br>The rustle of the brisk feet <br>On the cemented pavements, <br>The whispers of walkers and <br>The whistles of the traffic police<br>Independent of the honking of<br>Speeding vehicles pierce my ears <br>And the extra-redness of the gulmohar <br>From the side-walks hits my eyes.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Over the years <br>Perhaps I have not cared <br>To discover you, <br>My pretty grass-flower, <br>I now suddenly behold <br>You, in full-bloom <br>At a season-less time <br>Right at my backyard.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">As time changes its shade, <br>Dusty and sweaty days <br>Get fossilized into <br>Unidentified pages of history <br>And starry and lonely nights <br>Evaporate together <br>With the morning dew-drops.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">You, my miniature grass-flower <br>Metamorphose yourself before my eyes <br>Into the significant dimension <br>Of Krishna’s cosmic image, <br>Full of ethereal magnificence <br>And earthly fragrance.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">You pervade the vastness <br>Of my world, my sky, my dream<br>In a helpless moment.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Arkay+Drk">Arkay Drk</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=348411" data-title="The Grass-flower de Arkay Drk" data-description="For years I have been walking On the familiar And not-so-familiar Paths of the city. The hissing of the High-tech automobiles, The rustle of the brisk feet On the cemented pavements, The whispers of walkers and The whistles of the traffic..."></div> </div> </div>

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