<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=462975" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>A Singing Broken Heart</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Alas! I lost my comfort and now my existence, <br>Cause I saw a flower full of fragrance, <br>Was pretty but surrounded by thorn fence, <br>And I wanted to get it breaking any hindrance.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The flower pointed at me as same my will, <br>And waving its head, it assured me, <br>A was satisfied and could pass any hill, <br>Only its pointing kept me in glee.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I started moving to reach the flower, <br>Thorn stopped me, but I kept on, <br>I was bleeding but smiling with shower, <br>I felt many times but I kept on.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I reached the flower with fine intention, <br>Forgot my wounds I was near my destination, <br>And I made aware it with my notion, <br>And a long time we did too mention.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Now I wanted to get its respondence, <br>But it didn't speak 'on this' even a single word, <br>Being on thorns I waited with confidence, <br>But it dejected and made dark my happy world.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">It pushed me on thorns and disabused too, <br>On my will was to pluck, but it thought wrong, <br>I appreciated it for its beauty and loved too, <br>But it refused me and disliked my song.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I broke badly while falling on the ground, <br>And my dreams collapsed like a house of sand, <br>My wounds were aching but made no sound, <br>And now I've no place for one to be land.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Now I've truned a stone by prayer, <br>And nobody is near me as may be my dear, <br>Cause I've been broken by a false player, <br>And have no might to do it again, I clear, <br>Nobody is able to be called mine, <br>Hands meet but between hearts a rine.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Rine means ditch</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Mohammad+Muzzammil">Mohammad Muzzammil</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=462975" data-title="A Singing Broken Heart de Mohammad Muzzammil" data-description="Alas! I lost my comfort and now my existence, Cause I saw a flower full of fragrance, Was pretty but surrounded by thorn fence, And I wanted to get it breaking any hindrance. The flower pointed at me as same my will, And waving its head, it a..."></div> </div> </div>

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