<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=464380" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Half Century, Three And Half Wars</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Half Century, <br>Three and half wars.<br>Our past is our future, <br>We have not denounced plying<br>With the mistakes of each other.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">My body is the fodder of war, <br>An in front of my eyes wafts <br>My decomposed burnt corpse.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I am a song of those tongues<br>Which have been pulled out of the roots.<br>My hearing is being eroded<br>Waiting to listen to the arrival of good tidings.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Armed Forces <br>Pour into porches of my ears <br>The lead of Epic, <br>And Peace, <br>Has been flinging down exertion, <br>Into my eyes since centuries.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">My Dreams<br>Deepen roots into my own soil, <br>In my possession, <br>I do not have any palace<br>In Europe.<br>My dear land that is being enslaved<br>Is my last abode.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I cultivate my own dreams, <br>Into the eyes of my own kids.<br>I urge for the life of peace, <br>And natural death.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">How long we shall neglect our<br>The most fervent wishes? <br>At last<br>We shall have to place out<br>Our feet from the worn out <br>Torn shoes. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"> (Written by Jawaaz Jafri Translated by Muhammad Shanazar)</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Muhammad+Shanazar">Muhammad Shanazar</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=464380" data-title="Half Century, Three And Half Wars de Muhammad Shanazar" data-description="Half Century, Three and half wars. Our past is our future, We have not denounced plying With the mistakes of each other. My body is the fodder of war, An in front of my eyes wafts My decomposed burnt corpse. I am a song of those tongues Whic..."></div> </div> </div>

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