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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=464460" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>October 2005</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">(The Earthquake in Pakistan) </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The massive blunders evoke the massive waves, <br>Of wrath that push the inhabitants to the graves; <br>The faults of kings fall upon the heads of subjects, <br>The cottages and the palaces, their ferocity raves.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ah! What a horrible devastation eyes have seen, <br>The sepulchral cries shook the spheres between, <br>The earth, and sky; the nation has no stock of tears, <br>To make the pangs wash, to make the breasts clean.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The villages, the towns, the cities have been raved, <br>Preyed upon; ravaged and razed as the Will craved, <br>They have become an extended theatre of tragedies, <br>Time differs not, ripe or unripe, paved or unpaved. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The valleys, the green slopes and the rising peaks, <br>Where upon the life laughed with the shining cheeks, <br>And smiled with the sweet curves upon the rosy lips, <br>How sooner laughter changed into inaudible shrieks! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ah! What terrible deaths occurred under the heaps, <br>Unendurable weights made sudden ferocious leaps, <br>The beams on legs, pillars on heads, earth in mouths, <br>How hastily they all moved to the black dismal deeps! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Humanity neither has enough waters in the eyes, <br>To meet the magnitude of calamity; in the breast sighs, <br>To consume pangs, and overflowing bereavement, <br>Nor rains have mourning drops reserved in the skies.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Oh! Mansehra, Balakot and Bagh, cities of the land, <br>Blood of your sons and daughters have made grand, <br>Each plain, each valley, each hill and each mountain, <br>Your dust, your rocks, your waters and your sand.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">On your fate Nature Herself will ceaselessly lament, <br>Each year snowy flakes will fall to weep and repent, <br>The trickling tears will form ponds, rills and rivers, <br>Each year nightingales will sing elegies on the event.</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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The massive blunders evoke the massive waves, 
Of wrath that push the inhabitants to the graves; 
The faults of kings fall upon the heads of subjects, 
The cottages and the palaces, their ferocity raves.

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