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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=464482" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>On The Second Day</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I went through<br>This busy bazaar<br>Yesterday; <br>Here sat a man<br>With the wares of bangles, <br>And fake ornaments, <br>Who chanted with a melodious sound, <br>Echoing, mingling, <br>Into the evening gale, <br>And around him sat some damsels, <br>With overflowing emotions, <br>Selecting the ornaments<br>Trying them on fingers, <br>And delicate wrists.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">There sat an old man: <br>A fruit-vendor selling oranges, <br>And claiming them the rarest in the land.<br>I can recall the beheld smile on his face, <br>And shine in the eyes.<br> <br>There beside the electric-pole, <br>Lay a man with amputated legs, <br>And each passerby threw a coin or two, <br>In the begging-bowl, <br>Place in front, and went on with penitence.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I n the middle<br>There stood a steak-seller, <br>Who fanned fire of coals, <br>And with agility turned over <br>The spicy steaks, <br>Forked on the iron-spikes; <br>A few men gathered around, <br>Ate them with relish, and I too <br>Passed by with a drooling mouth.<br> <br>Beside him stood a toy-seller, <br>The kids dragged behind the parents, <br>When they passed by, <br>With a wish to afford them <br>Balls and balloons.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">In that corner <br>There sat a fortune teller; <br>Around him sat the young boys<br>Spreading their palms, <br>Anxious to know about their future, <br>And the palmist described to them, <br>Stars and crosses, and hair on<br>The lines of life, heart and mind.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ah! Today the spot is lamenting, <br>Just a few hours ago, <br>Have been gathered, <br>Human shreds, bones and skulls, <br>Limbs and legs, <br>Placed jumbled, indiscriminate, <br>In the ambulances.<br>A few remains left behind<br>Of destroyed vehicles, <br>Of blackness of soot mingled<br>Into redness of human blood, <br>Of explosives: a pungent smell.</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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This busy bazaar
Yesterday; 
Here sat a man
With the wares of bangles, 
And fake ornaments, 
Who chanted with a melodious sound, 
Echoing, mingling, 
Into the evening gale, 
And around him sat some damsels, 
With overflowing emotion..."></div>
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