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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=403694" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>A response to memory</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Is there anything like conscience? <br>do we really believe in its presence? <br>it troubles me a lot when suddenly awakened? <br>as the future lay completely darkened</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She may appear and suddenly ask<br>there is something like tea in flask<br>shake your memory and listen<br>what I have not to say even</div><div style="margin:10px 0">You ditched me and left to good luck<br>you knew i will be badly struck<br>I did not prove as dame duck<br>I will bounce back and definitely look</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I may not like to be lost in dreams<br>as it is burning body from with in with beams <br>I am not going to be a yes woman<br>yet it will be a lesson for man</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Memory is hard to be pushed away<br>to be lost in oblivion is the only way<br>there is complete harmony in relation<br>as long as it has true revelation</div><div style="margin:10px 0">How does it matter if you do not remember? <br>Who will under the agony and answer? <br>Have to open my heart and reveal? <br>my love was fake and not real</div><div style="margin:10px 0">No one has time to show sympathy<br>I am struck with pain to feel self pity<br>it is unbearable and no where to show<br>I can bear no more as I have to leave and go</div><div style="margin:10px 0">You treated me like commodity<br>the game played by you was dirty<br>I can not look back and lament<br>It may remain their as sad moment</div><div style="margin:10px 0">It will not matter now even if you accept<br>love is not an idea or an ideal concept<br>it is beautifully conceived and realized<br>no one does a favor or gets obliged</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I did not feel it as shame<br>I do not curse or blame<br>it may be sheer bad luck and fate<br>I will have to realize it soon or late</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I stand in far corner and weep<br>It is impossible to remember and keep<br>All good comments and memory at heart<br>as it has shown the beginning of bad start</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Is it not the divine spirit to feel? <br>are we going to tarnish it or kill? <br>it may not meet our expectation<br>still it stands as reality with good observation</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Not all may find it with favor<br>All flowers may not offer flavor<br>We expect beautiful show with fragrance<br>it should boom with all colors at once</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Kill the conscience, curb the wishes but not the trust<br>these are ingredients and possibly must<br>It is best way to reach and feel the pulse<br>no one has capability to push it and repulse</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Hasmukh+Amathalal">Hasmukh Amathalal</a><div class=q>
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do we really believe in its presence? 
it troubles me a lot when suddenly awakened? 
as the future lay completely darkened

She may appear and suddenly ask
there is something like tea in flask
shake your memory ..."></div>
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