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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=480787" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>We should weep in turn</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">My only daughter brought forth<br>a silent babe dead, <br>from her abortive, quaking womb, <br>at an early month of seven.<br>I was wet with sweat and fainted; <br>but got up soon to see my daughter.<br>Forgetting the vacant chairs, <br>saying prayers to all the gods, <br>I was walking here and there<br>till the nurses brought her out safe.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Our trust on a specialist<br>with scans from all the private centres, <br>failed to help me see the smiles<br>and hear the mumblings of my grandbabe.<br>My dreams to have it on my lap<br>and watch the dance of computer babes<br>ended with enormous grief.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Early wedding in her teens<br>has led me to this ordeal, <br>that my poor father-in-law<br>would have felt some years back, <br>walking on the portals of the hospital, <br>when my wife was crying from morn to late noon<br>before delivering my first son, <br>on a Sabbath day which keeps the doctors away.<br>I was then roaming somewhere, <br>Being careless with ease in mind.<br>God makes us all to cry in turns.<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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a silent babe dead, 
from her abortive, quaking womb, 
at an early month of seven.
I was wet with sweat and fainted; 
but got up soon to see my daughter.
Forgetting the vacant chairs, 
saying prayers to all the gods,..."></div>
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