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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=464477" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>On The Fall of Dhaka</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">When we all were small girls and boys, <br>And played with dolls, and ball like toys, <br>Were often asked to drift and lead the cattle; <br>To the nearby meadows, farms and forest, <br>To have them grazed from morn to eve, <br>And freshened them with the water clean.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">We the little masters of cows, goats and sheep, <br>Letting them loose sat on top of the mound, <br>Among the old reverend shepherds, <br>Who told us the tales of olden times; <br>Ups and downs of the world they had seen, <br>How they fought the World War Second, <br>How they did see the roaring fighter jets; <br>How the rumbling sounds of the shells, <br>Did resound and reverberate in the valleys, <br>How they did watch meadows, fields and farms, <br>Littered with the human blood flesh and shreds, <br>How the two shining glaring cities of Japan, <br>Were obliterated casting perpetual horror.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">One day as we sat in the sunshine of December, <br>Among us someone broke the depressing news, <br>That our one hundred thousand sons of the land, <br>Spotting, smudging, smearing the whole history, <br>Surrendered themselves throwing the weapons.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">We the little masters of cows, goats and sheep, <br>Sat sad and silence prevailed wrapping us all, <br>As in the days of frost often fog envelops, <br>The visible objects and blurs the beauties, <br>The waves of rage and wrath formed and broke, <br>Emerged and submerged in the ocean of heart, <br>Then someone of us set a bush on fire, <br>We all then ran, made the torches of the sticks, <br>And soon the whole forest was on fire, <br>We all wished the entire world be burnt, <br>For we had lost our dear Dhaka.</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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And played with dolls, and ball like toys, 
Were often asked to drift and lead the cattle; 
To the nearby meadows, farms and forest, 
To have them grazed from morn to eve, 
And freshened them with the water ..."></div>
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