<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=464623" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Son</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Out of the heap of smoldering ashes, <br>An old woman with the moisty lashes, <br>Making furrows long she did search, <br>The burnt bones: the victims of clashes.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Bursting into tears she did place, <br>Them upon her eyes and embrace, <br>Burning herself into the melting fire, <br>The wretch mother in vain did trace.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She did weep, groan and moan, <br>That she remained behind all alone, <br>Suppressing sighs, placed upon eyes, <br>Thinking, it might be her son’s bone.</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=464623" data-title="The Son de Muhammad Shanazar" data-description="Out of the heap of smoldering ashes, An old woman with the moisty lashes, Making furrows long she did search, The burnt bones: the victims of clashes. Bursting into tears she did place, Them upon her eyes and embrace, Burning herself into th..."></div> </div> </div>

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