<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=464537" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Burial Of Tragedy</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Recollection of childhood, <br>Takes me behind to the past, <br>The memories, <br>Sometimes make me sad, <br>And sometimes quite glad. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Now I recall a man, middle aged, <br>Mysteriously mad, <br>I knew not his origin, he ambled<br>Through the nearby town, <br>With disheveled hair, <br>Dressed in tattered brown, <br>He had unwashed body <br>With lean sable legs, and feet<br>Always with sole-broken boots.<br>Though his face was harrowed, <br>Yet emitted prints of learning.<br>He didn't accept coins <br>Or notes of charity, nor did he beg<br>As if these diminished his dignity.<br>He only lived on the pieces <br>Of fallen fruit, and often tumbled <br>On them with a grin, <br>And a smile devoid of pleasure; <br>He slept at night in an ancient, <br>Deserted inn beside the highway, <br>Made in the reign of Sher Shah Suri.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The man roved around the town, <br>With an old leather-bag, <br>Always pressing against his heart, <br>He never allowed anyone to touch, <br>As if he concealed some gems of treasure. <br>Ah! At one wintry night at last, <br>The cold caught him, the folk found<br>Him dead lying supine in the morn, <br>But still pressing the contents <br>To his heart; with ever growing curiosity <br>They unfastened the straps, <br>And brought out nothing <br>But his degree of graduation, <br>All crippled, and faded; <br>The forsaken graduate lay dead, <br>As if there lay an incarnated tragedy <br>Waiting for its funeral, and all mourners <br>Threw coins and notes of currency<br>For shroud and perfumes: <br>The necessary items of a decent burial.</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=464537" data-title="The Burial Of Tragedy de Muhammad Shanazar" data-description="Recollection of childhood, Takes me behind to the past, The memories, Sometimes make me sad, And sometimes quite glad. Now I recall a man, middle aged, Mysteriously mad, I knew not his origin, he ambled Through the nearby town, With dishe..."></div> </div> </div>

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