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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=480749" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The restless Club-dancer</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I saw a comely colleen<br>walking in and out, <br>in measured steps and turns, <br>seeming restless, <br>but denying her eyes a glance on me.<br>“Why are you standing here? ”, <br>my wife queried me and urged to get in.<br>“Should I get your visa<br>for loitering on the entrance? ”, <br>I parried her with a smile.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">“Look! She is a club-dancer.<br>Leaving her illegitimate boy<br>to live with her parents leaning on her income, <br>she comes at times to see him”.<br>My curiosity became boundess.<br>As the people assign her the mark of shame, <br>she has restrained her son to play indoors<br>and to graze in a school far-off.<br>But the active child steals through the gate often<br>to join with other children, <br>who are warned by their muckracking mothers<br>not to move with this banned breed.<br>Starving for affection, <br>he would hang about at the gate<br>and look at the kids clinging to their parents.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I try my best to stare at her eyes straight, <br>may be to plumb the depths of sorrow there.<br>But she yields herself<br>only to stand with her face down before me <br>not knowing that my heart gets wet<br>seeing her pathetic plight.</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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walking in and out, 
in measured steps and turns, 
seeming restless, 
but denying her eyes a glance on me.
“Why are you standing here? ”, 
my wife queried me and urged to get in.
“Should I get your visa
for loitering o..."></div>
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