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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=464408" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Impacts of Horror</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">After the uproarious tiring activity of the day, <br>I rested my exhausted head upon the pillow, <br>And for a while shut up the lids of my eyes, <br>So that I could peep into my inner self, <br>To evaluate the endeavour I performed, <br>From dawn to dusk setting aside, <br>The principal task: to devote my existence, <br>For the fellow beings, to remove their pains.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A faint drowsiness occupied my mind, <br>That began to oscillate making me forgetful, <br>Of the conscious world of man that began to appear, <br>No more than a shadow of a dream. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">A carriage I beheld advancing towards me, <br>Approached gliding as if it was weightless, <br>The coachman though was not human, <br>Yet had mild countenance, with snow-white, <br>Beard and brows; his hair flowed down, <br>Fell upon his shoulders with tight folded wings.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He signaled me to have a ride in the chariot, <br>And I settled in the cushioned seat, <br>And it began to advance with moderate move, <br>The scenes that I might faintly recollect, <br>Began to move behind. <br>We headed with no jerk or jolt, <br>Very close to the surface of the land, <br>And no conversation took place between, <br>At a certain spot the chariot rested, <br>And I found upon a murky ground, <br>Many children sitting very close, <br>The distant seemed like dots, <br>They were silent with harrowed pale faces, <br>And some half naked shivering with chill, <br>Their eyes were impressionless like a burnt piece of the mirror.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then again the journey commenced, <br>This time a little faster than before, <br>I got grim glance of a serpentine river, <br>That mingled somewhere into the remote sea, <br>After passing over the fire gurgling mountains, <br>Again the chariot rested upon the ground, <br>And this time I beheld the collection of young men, <br>All in twenties or thirties they were, <br>Their faces were harrowed pale and eyes impressionless too, <br>And some of them had scars if they had fought, <br>Some extended war on the far flung domain, <br>For their structures carried the weight of exhaustion.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then the third phase of the journey began, <br>Again a curvaceous river we had to cross, <br>Over the burning hills and forest we passed, <br>I smelt the stench and smoke entered though my nostrils, <br>Blazing air touched the flesh of my body, <br>It was almost the time of sunset when we landed, <br>In front of a dark cave in the basement of a mound, <br>The coachman again signaled which meant, “Come down”, <br>And gestured to have a glance of the inner part of the fissure, <br>I saw nothing except incense serpents and scorpions, <br>The serpent moved with the lashing tails, <br>And the scorpion with their stiff curved stings; <br>And for the first time the winged coachman spoke, <br>“God does not inflict unjust inflictions, <br>These are your doings, now taste the produce.”<br>When I came out of the mystical world, <br>The impacts of horror were upon my forehead.</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>
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I rested my exhausted head upon the pillow, 
And for a while shut up the lids of my eyes, 
So that I could peep into my inner self, 
To evaluate the endeavour I performed, 
From dawn to dusk settin..."></div>
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