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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=480599" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Mend The Hearts Fall In Love At Sixteen</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">It was my habit to pry into<br>the note books of my son<br>to see casually what he did in school.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Once I stumbled upon a piece of paper<br>with different hand-writing.<br>On browsing it, I inferred, <br>my son had been caught <br>into the web of love.<br>The web-designer had couched her tongue<br>in Advanced Love(Java) with sentiments sloppy.<br>“My job will be tough<br>to bring him back to earth”, I thought.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">“ This is the reason for your poor scores<br>in Physics and Chemistry”, <br>I blared with a glare at him.<br>“ No teachers for three months’, he mumbled.<br>“ You will lose your memory<br>and will be a second class student”, I said.<br>He was silent as a deaf.<br>“Those who aren’t fit to love <br>always talk ill of it”, <br>his silence seemed to say.<br>My wife thought of taking him to a saint<br>who could make him meditate<br>and think of God alone.<br>But the saints know not the pangs of love; <br>and most of them know to molest than to love.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">“ When caste is stumped out<br>and religion is clean bowled in India, <br>my dear son, you respond; <br>till then you depend on your books”, <br>before I finished, he stared at my face.<br>It appeared he would say, <br>“ Such problems are in villages”.<br>“ Some naughty beauty has mesmerized my boy<br>To pick holes in my speech”, I guessed.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I could not seek the help of his friends, <br>to retrieve him from the dreamy world, <br>for they too are social in English dealing schools.<br>I didn’t want his Principal to advise him <br>as he was an animal in beating the boys<br>and would also bite at the face of my son.<br>I was searching of a person right<br>to counsel him correct. <br>His habit of praying to God suddenly flashed <br>and I drew him before the picture of a God, <br>whose name I have given him and urged him to swear<br> he would not look at that enticing face again.<br>He did it and I was relieved of my tension <br>and demonstrated before him how to avoid that face.<br>But Valli, the second wife of the God, beside Him<br>was seeming to smile!</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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