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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=480446" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>A rare gypsy rarely seen!</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">A gypsy was left to the mercy of God, <br>along with her two children in rags.<br>To give her hell, her husband has left her there.<br>Dowry or giving birth to only girls, <br>adultery or ambition to have a shelter<br>was not the cause for their wrangle.<br>“ Stop ranting me in filthy words in the bazaar”<br>She pleaded but he evinced no change.<br>She complained to the police and he was<br>driven out of that coastal village.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">In the late mid-night, when I went out of my office, <br>I saw something dark at the verandah<br> of a class-room nearby.<br>I walked slowly there with some fear<br>as small snakes would lie on the sand.<br>A lady was squatting beside the wall, <br>huddling together her sleeping children.<br>“ Don’t stay here. Get lost! ” I shouted.<br>“ In the morning I’ll go out. Till then, permit me”, <br>She begged and covered her children with her saree.<br>“ Get into the room and stay there for the night”, <br>I said to her to save her kids from the cold.<br>“ I can’t be a hostess to this village hooligans.<br>They will hunt me down in this doorless room”.<br>Her reply made me pity her more.<br>She told me she would earn some money<br>by doing some work for wages the next day <br>and go to a place where her clan are camping.<br>I promised her a hundred rupees at dawn<br>and she could go by bus to join her kin.<br>“ Sorry, I can’t return that money.<br>So I don’t want it from you”, <br>She said with all humility.<br>“ When you become rich, you give it back”, <br>I muttered with a smile.<br>“ I can’t be rich. Anyhow I get it in the morning”, she said.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">When I went out with a hundred rupee note at sunrise, <br>she wasn’t there but her children were gathering fruits <br>under a tamarind tree and they told me<br>that their mother had gone to clear weeds in fields; <br>she would be back with money in the evening<br>and they would go to Tambaram Railway Station<br>where their grandmother has been living.<br>“ Oh, the gypsies are far better than others <br>Who long to have freebies from the government”<br>I thought myself and smiled.<br> -------------</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Rajendran+Muthiah">Rajendran Muthiah</a><div class=q>
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along with her two children in rags.
To give her hell, her husband has left her there.
Dowry or giving birth to only girls, 
adultery or ambition to have a shelter
was not the cause for their wrangle.
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