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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=451394" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>At Times you wish you were not Right...! ! ! !</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">On that day when you gallantly got up, <br>And started engraving with knife our names, <br>On the trunk of the shady silver oak tree, <br>With boyish charm, as if playing a game…</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I urged, it’s cruel, don’t… it too hurts.<br>You nonchalantly said, “Don’t be silly”. <br>I looked away, disconcerted, as you added<br>Trees are not people, they have no feelings.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">we met one year back, let's enjoy our anniversary, <br>Indulgently smiling, you said, “Let’s go and visit<br>That grove in the hills where you got angry<br>And just reminisce and for a while sit</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Under the tree which bears testimony<br>To my love for you…” I kept quiet<br>But gave in to your relentless plea.<br>You turned your face away at the sight</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The tree stood bare, shrivelled and desecrated<br>By graffiti… disbelief and anguish in your eyes<br>How could our names be deciphered? <br>I turned away, wishing I had not been right…</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Mamta+Agarwal">Mamta Agarwal</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=451394" data-title="At Times you wish you were not Right...! ! ! ! de Mamta Agarwal" data-description="On that day when you gallantly got up, And started engraving with knife our names, On the trunk of the shady silver oak tree, With boyish charm, as if playing a game… I urged, it’s cruel, don’t… it too hurts. You nonchalantly said, “..."></div> </div> </div>
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