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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=480098" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Vocation</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">When the gong sounds ten in the morning and I walk to school by our<br>lane.<br> Every day I meet the hawker crying, &quot;Bangles, crystal<br>bangles!&quot;<br> There is nothing to hurry him on, there is no road he must<br>take, no place he must go to, no time when he must come home.<br> I wish I were a hawker, spending my day in the road, crying,<br>&quot;Bangles, crystal bangles!&quot;<br> When at four in the afternoon I come back from the school, <br> I can see through the gate of that house the gardener digging<br>the ground.<br> He does what he likes with his spade, he soils his clothes<br>with dust, nobody takes him to task if he gets baked in the sun or<br>gets wet.<br> I wish I were a gardener digging away at the garden with<br>nobody to stop me from digging.<br> Just as it gets dark in the evening and my mother sends me to<br>bed,<br> I can see through my open window the watchman walking up and<br>down.<br> The lane is dark and lonely, and the street-lamp stands like<br>a giant with one red eye in its head.<br> The watchman swings his lantern and walks with his shadow at<br>his side, and never once goes to bed in his life.<br> I wish I were a watchman walking the streets all night,<br>chasing the shadows with my lantern.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Rabindranath+Tagore">Rabindranath Tagore</a><div class=q>
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