<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=451469" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>As I Cross the City Limits...</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">As i cross the city limits<br>it takes a while <br>before thoughts recede<br>from my cluttered mind<br>and i begin to feel at ease...</div><div style="margin:10px 0">couple of hours in the countryside<br>I am amazed to find<br>that the march of time<br>has not touched<br>the rhythm and rhyme</div><div style="margin:10px 0">women, with firewood<br>on their head, <br>walk in a way that would <br>pose a threat<br>to models on<br> the ramp...</div><div style="margin:10px 0">While a farmer<br>entrusts his crops<br>to scarecrows, <br>dressed as folks<br>from tip to toe<br>all with a hat and bow...</div><div style="margin:10px 0">a women sits<br>with fresh honey, <br>looking bright and sunny.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A sheperd herds his lambs<br>At dusk after<br>they have to<br>their fill grazed...</div><div style="margin:10px 0">we are driving past<br>at eighty miles an hour, <br>I urge, to slow down<br>As I want to take in<br>the smells and the sounds</div><div style="margin:10px 0">We park and sit<br>For a while, <br>Buy a bottle of honey, <br>And drink a glass of lassi</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Come on hurry, <br>We are running late<br>hey, let's just enjoy <br>the journey....</div><div style="margin:10px 0">feeling wistful<br>i knew it was<br>just wishful, <br>addicted<br>as we are<br>to noise <br>and pollution...</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=451469" data-title="As I Cross the City Limits... de Mamta Agarwal" data-description="As i cross the city limits it takes a while before thoughts recede from my cluttered mind and i begin to feel at ease... couple of hours in the countryside I am amazed to find that the march of time has not touched the rhythm and rhyme women, w..."></div> </div> </div>

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