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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=464479" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>On The Grave Of My Brother</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The spot where now I sand was empty, <br>Undisturbed for the years, only tufts of grass swayed, <br>But now filled in with a heap of fresh dug earth: <br>The grave of my brother.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The memories of the past have begun to emerge<br>As panic fishes come out upon the surface of the sea.<br>We slept on the same bed for a decade, <br>We played in the same yard together <br>Through the years of childhood, <br>We played hide and seek, ran after the butterflies, <br>Yes, together in the mustard farms, <br>We ran through the streets while monsoon rains rained, <br>We stood under the spouts to have the most delicious bath.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">O! Brother you explained to me <br>The mysteries with the childish wisdom, <br>“The stars are the shinning rivets, <br>The moon and the sun: the loaves of gold and silver, <br>And twilight the crimson particles of dust.”</div><div style="margin:10px 0">O! Brother you laboured, you toiled a lot <br>Against the odds of life, at last you lost the race <br>Trudging through the quagmire of misfortunes.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">O! Brother you are fortunate for you have got <br>The place in the feet of your mother, <br>You have been entrusted to the grave <br>Amid the sobs, shrieks and cascades of tears, <br>With all religious obsequies, all threw handfuls of earth, <br>And some performed the obligation with shovels.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I see into future we who remain behind are not sure <br>What fate we shall meet, whether we shall have graves <br>Or our bodies will lay unburied with the scavengers around; <br>Who knows when itchy leprous fingers will activate <br>The nuclear or chemical devices, the world will change into <br>An amphitheatre of corpses rotting in the hot sun.</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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Undisturbed for the years, only tufts of grass swayed, 
But now filled in with a heap of fresh dug earth: 
The grave of my brother.

The memories of the past have begun to emerge
As panic fishes come out upon ..."></div>
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