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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=464503" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Progress</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The folk of my village <br>Have progressed, <br>They have made the houses, <br>On the imported designs, <br>Much more sophisticated <br>Than the older ones, <br>Made of mud and stones, <br>With very low walls, <br>Over which the neighbourers <br>Could pass the saucers <br>To share the meal. <br>Now motors hum <br>Through the streets <br>Where voices of animals <br>Goats and sheep<br>Cows, Bulls and buffalos, <br>Milk being churned were heard.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Men and women have changed <br>But the seasons come and go, <br>On the previous modes, <br>Spring and Monsoon sojourn <br>On the meadows<br>Fragrant grass grow, <br>Wild trees blossom, dew falls<br>And rains pour down <br>To give them wash, <br>And they sway in the sun <br>When the wind blows, <br>But no animal is seen <br>To graze the green objects, <br>No shepherd moves around, <br>With a rotator to twist strands, <br>Of fiber into the double cord<br>Spun to weave the cots.<br>Older women are not seen <br>With the mowers or scythes, <br>Or going to the homes, at noon <br>Bending backs with loads<br>Of stuffed sacks of green grass, <br>To feed the awaiting stock at home, <br>In consequence the nation drinks, <br>Milk of chemical contents.</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> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=464503" data-title="Progress de Muhammad Shanazar" data-description="The folk of my village Have progressed, They have made the houses, On the imported designs, Much more sophisticated Than the older ones, Made of mud and stones, With very low walls, Over which the neighbourers Could pass the saucers To s..."></div> </div> </div>
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