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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=483333" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>My Head Bent Low and My Eyes Filled With Tears</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">My head bent low and my eyes filled with tears, <br>Drops of self-pity, not pearls of compassion.<br>Had I not procrastinated but acted in time, <br>I could have saved an isolated human life, <br>Reduced the unhappiness of a tortured soul, <br>Relieved the pain of a suffering heart.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I remember noticing her everyday from my window, <br>A diminutive figure dressed in a worn out sari, <br>Her head neatly covered with the end of her drape, <br> Slowly sweeping the fallen leaves into a heap<br>Finally lighting a bonfire of the dead leaves.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">On the second of every month she stood before me, <br>Her rough hand outstretched, large eyes lowered, <br>I put in her hand a meagre reward for her labour.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Sita, my impudent maid, knew her fairly well.<br>A lonely, childless soul, abandoned by her husband<br>Driven out of the home she had struggled to set up.<br>For a more beautiful, younger woman<br>‘Greener pastures' muttered Sita, with a wicked smile.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>I watched her with heightened curiosity, <br>The calm face and the vigorous sweeping<br>And felt a surge of pity for the poverty stricken life<br>Not even a sinner deserved such poverty and loneliness.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">While resting in my warm, comfortable living- room, <br>I decided that I would do a worthy deed.<br>A feeling of satisfaction pervaded my being, <br> I would offer to help her when she came the next day.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Being busy with my numerous assignments, <br>And preparing my lecture titled, `Poverty Stricken Women.'<br>The next day did not come for many months! </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>I looked out of the window at the sudden downpour, <br>And noticed the figure standing under the narrow ledge, <br>Not broad enough to protect her from getting wet.<br>I watched pitifully as I sipped the sweet hot coffee.<br>Being a kind person I wanted to carry out my resolution.<br>Yet it was raining too heavily to go out, <br>Tomorrow, I decided, I would certainly help her.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A week passed busily in my various assignments, <br>I looked out of the window, now a habitual action.<br>Something caught my busy attention, <br>A tall, heavy figure, sweeping vigorously, <br>I didn't know that the lady had been replaced.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I called out and Sita stood by my side, <br>&quot;She's no more, &quot; she said wiping her tearful eyes.<br>Loneliness and poverty had overpowered her.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Numbness enveloped my total being, <br>Not for the departed soul but for myself and my callousness.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Renu+Beri">Renu Beri</a><div class=q>
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Drops of self-pity, not pearls of compassion.
Had I not procrastinated but acted in time, 
I could have saved an isolated human life, 
Reduced the unhappiness of a tortured soul, 
Relieved the pain ..."></div>
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