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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=451626" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Life in a Metro</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I live in an apartment on the first floor, <br>With my name engraved on a brass plate on the door.<br>Since I am most of the time alone, <br>The only time I see a soul<br>Is when I step on the terrace, <br>Above my garage.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I see some watchmen playing cards, <br>And maids walking their wards.<br>It seems people prefer to stay indoors, <br>I wonder whether they get bored.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">It’s the month of May and beads of perspiration<br>Cover my face and I wonder why I had this aspiration, <br>To live in a metro while I was growing up<br>In a small city, I really feel stumped.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">You are on a nodding relationship with your neighbors, <br>And hesitate to ask them for a favor.<br>People are always fighting for parking space<br>And don’t mind swearing at the offender’s face.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">There are so many cars crammed on the narrow road, <br>The pedestrian can barely afford<br>To take a leisurely walk, the children play cricket<br>On whatever little space is left.<br>And have to step aside, as a limousine glides blaring a horn<br>And spoils their excitement of a good game on a Sunday morn.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">No wonder they return to their homes, <br>And sit on the play stations and listen to their I pods.<br>You feel a sense of alienation<br>And just eat your dinner in front of television.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">If you dare to venture out at night<br>On the streets, <br>A leering man behind the wheels will slow down, <br>While you try to increase your pace with a frown.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I long to walk on a patch of green to lift the gloom, <br>But have to be content with the sight of gulmohar bloom.<br>You have to keep your curtains drawn<br>And are unable to wake up with dawn.<br>And see the sun’s rays dancing through the window, <br>The light that dispels the shadows<br>Of the night and announce it’s another day<br>I really miss my small town in many ways.</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>
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With my name engraved on a brass plate on the door.
Since I am most of the time alone, 
The only time I see a soul
Is when I step on the terrace, 
Above my garage.

I see some watchmen playing cards, 
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