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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=471036" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Notion</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Old age knocked on my door and enjoined<br>‘Over, your stint in the desert’<br>Obeyed, though my reveries remain unfulfilled<br>Oddments of my odds and sods are wrapped up to carry along<br>Being the remnant of my bygone age<br>In the reduced and straggled circumstance</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The nook in this room may have a lot to tell the next<br>Of my grieves and pains, though I portrayed to be jovial<br>As it might have overheard my weeps and whimpers<br>When pang of loneliness crushed me in the shadows of the nights</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Throng of memories spring to mind while leaving my den<br>Of yore, for the land of bliss and delight, I left all my nearest and dearest <br> It was on the later part of a dull and damp day<br>The sun was hidden, as he was too fighting back tears so I was.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The burning days were unbearable<br>The summer days in the promising land<br>Toiled away beneath the fiery cruel sun, but<br>Thoughts of my nearest and dearest hasten dried out my sweats</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Vacations, quick as a wink and hurry, were<br>Waving hands of friends and relatives prompted, <br>‘Be ready to set your pace in the heat and blizzards, and <br>The rousing (but a weeping) send-off for long, again and as often</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Not hurry, I am, now<br>My hired wheels are also rolling at a glacial pace<br>As if the chauffeur knows that my journeys are over<br>He too seems dull, probably, no trip after mine…</div><div style="margin:10px 0">My nest, not remote, away only few minutes <br>My ecstasy is curling up away in to infinity <br>Seeing my clan of people, at the thought of, <br>Who would be waiting for me eagerly as usual.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The cab is in front of my mossy house, but<br>My notions are all for naught<br>I am devoid of my friends and relatives<br>Who used to be eagerly waited for my arrivals.! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">March 20,2009 - Hawiyah (Empty Quorter of Sadui Arabia)</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Nooruddeen+Mathilakathveetil">Nooruddeen Mathilakathveetil</a><div class=q>
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‘Over, your stint in the desert’
Obeyed, though my reveries remain unfulfilled
Oddments of my odds and sods are wrapped up to carry along
Being the remnant of my bygone age
In the reduced and straggled c..."></div>
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