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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=464520" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Silent Forest</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Today amid the thick forest, <br>I am here again on the high mound, <br>The central seat to administer<br>The cattle left loose around.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">It is the same peak where we all<br>In the days of my childhood sat, <br>The reverend shepherds rested<br>Gossiped about the olden times<br>Narrated they life long experience, <br>And some twisted the fibers of jute<br>On the rotators to make cots.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Different noises of life gurgled <br>From all sides around, <br>The goats bleated, the hounds barked, <br>The sheep moved lazily after being fed, <br>The camels ate tassels of the trees<br>The donkeys brayed at the noon, <br>The bulls fought entangling horns, <br>The birds chirped in the shadowy branches.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Here are the patches where the old women <br>Of the village came to scythe grass green, <br>I see my mother too, carrying the stuffed sack, <br>Going back to home in the long queue. <br> <br>At noon the damsels or the elderly ladies <br>Of the village brought our lunch<br>With pickle, or onions or sugar<br>Home baked bread smeared with butter, <br>And milk in the earthen pots.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">We all excitedly waited for the moment, <br>Then gentle winds made us all sleepy, <br>We slept sweet sleep on the bare ground, <br>While the cattle sat, rested and chewed.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">When evening encroached, we measured <br>The stretched shadows with our feet <br>To know the time of return, <br>And we moved exhausted to homes<br>Behind the trails of surfeited lazy cattle.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ah! It is the same old forest <br>That often makes me nostalgic, <br>Melancholic memories begin to assemble<br>Forcing the tears to dropp into dust.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Sounds of life come from neither side, <br>The trees stood dressless like ghosts, <br>Or like bony skeletons that haunt in dreams, <br>As if flesh of nature has been eaten away <br>By the callous scavenger modernity.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Now I being engrossed in the pensive mood 	<br>Hear nothing but the dirge of doleful silence<br>While air passes through stiff dry grass. 	</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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I am here again on the high mound, 
The central seat to administer
The cattle left loose around.

It is the same peak where we all
In the days of my childhood sat, 
The reverend shepherds rested
Gossiped about the old..."></div>
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