<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=464601" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Prolonged Noons of Loneliness</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">In the prolonged noons of loneliness, <br>And in the scorching sun, <br>Are the melting roads, <br> And two loathsome tired eyes.<br>Gaze into the vacancy.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A few moments ago, <br>There was hustle bustle, <br>The jostling crowed on the same spot, <br>Where now the amuser under the shady tree, <br>Is dozing, resting his head, <br>On the filthy bag of gadgets of his art.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Lives are deserted spots of amusement, <br>On the desolate roads lay, <br>The sold bodies that inhale the borrowed breaths, <br>The prayers of the heart-mender only reach, <br>The broken doors of the ruined city of dreams, <br>They knock but returned void of charity.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Some in the game of Your consent, <br>Have woven the mesh, <br>For the stunned scared characters, <br>In the arranged spectrum of horror, <br>The so-called lofty lords, <br>Award time to time the undemanded pause, <br>Unbidden breaths, and paralysed day and nights, <br>The entire scheme is merged, <br>In the deep remembrance of death: <br>Ceaseless death, <br>Awake! And you too think in the spectrum, <br>Of your ancient thoughts, <br>In the prolonged noons of loneliness.<br>For they may shake the veins of life.</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=464601" data-title="The Prolonged Noons of Loneliness de Muhammad Shanazar" data-description="In the prolonged noons of loneliness, And in the scorching sun, Are the melting roads, And two loathsome tired eyes. Gaze into the vacancy. A few moments ago, There was hustle bustle, The jostling crowed on the same spot, Where now the amu..."></div> </div> </div>

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