<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=451408" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Sitting under a Weeping Willow! ! ! ! !</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Sitting under a weeping willow, <br>At twilight, on a bench in the park, <br>My friend always cheerful, said<br>‘I feel so tense and distraught, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The stale air in the house<br>Makes me feel like going away.<br>I feel I live with a stranger, <br>And look back wistfully on the day</div><div style="margin:10px 0">We took our vows to stand by <br>Each other in joy and grief.<br>Now he just hits the sack<br>And we just exchange a brief</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Nod. I wonder if grandma was better<br>Off, education hasn’t changed <br>Our status from weaker sex<br>Am at odds, as I feel alienated.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Wish could go some place, <br>I feel I can be happier alone.’<br>‘Know what you mean, the rat race<br>Sounded the death toll</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Of marital bliss, we all need<br>Love, joy and companionship.<br>I feel men too are not having it easy<br>With performance record as a whip.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">At times in growing up<br>We grow away, like a river<br>Changing course. Time only will tell<br>It’s getting cold, I see you shiver.’</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Come home, we girls<br>at least share a unique bond.<br>it works like a therapy<br>and eases the mind a lot.</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=451408" data-title="Sitting under a Weeping Willow! ! ! ! ! de Mamta Agarwal" data-description="Sitting under a weeping willow, At twilight, on a bench in the park, My friend always cheerful, said ‘I feel so tense and distraught, The stale air in the house Makes me feel like going away. I feel I live with a stranger, And look back wis..."></div> </div> </div>

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