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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=487891" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>For A Friend Who Is Also Struggling Out There</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">it is still 3 o'clock in the afternoon. iT is raining heavily<br>outside as we still keep busy with our own business<br>inside this courtroom.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">two lawyers arguing on a point. I am listening.<br>the accused sits there, his life is at stake.<br>the mother is tense. two mothers. <br>THE mother of the complainant<br>who cries that her daughter is a victim<br>of rape.The mother of the accused who rebuts<br>that his son is just framed-up by the real<br>culprits who are still-at-large.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">the glass windows of the court<br>muted the sound of the heavy rain.<br>but the way the trees are swaying to and fro<br>like a pendulum of a grandfather's clock<br>very well tells that there is a bad weather<br>outside this courtroom.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">a river of faces faces me. i look at the eyes<br>of the room, the windows cased in glass<br>as the rain is maimed wanting to get in<br>as though trying to say that it has also<br>something to say about the matters<br>discussed inside this closed room.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">the world is always asking, what is the truth? <br>it reminds us, there is only one truth and the<br>rest are lies. I keep on trying to learn from it.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">the argument has always been: <br>everyone is a victim, and no one wins this game</div><div style="margin:10px 0">of a legal play. sometimes the guilty is set free<br>and the innocent is put to prison.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">there will be cries of the wind. In a closed court<br>like this, one cannot really hear the sound of its cries.<br>I am trying to figure out. Each word. The words of the<br>wind and the muted sounds of the rain.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">THE hammer shall fall and it shall fall heavily.<br>Can this poem help me? Are emotions aids? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Many mouths shall shape the words. Each lip makes<br>a reading of itself. There will be whispers and murmurs.<br>There will be calls and cries and hounding sounds.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I sleep at night soundly. My conscience shall be my pillow.<br>There will be dreams handed to me by the gods.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">As i write this, think also of my own journey, my own sorrows.<br>In the battles outside and inside us, a closed room vis-a-vis<br>the outside cries of the wind and the rain, i want to simply tell you, , , </div><div style="margin:10px 0">keep moving on. We move on too, with our own busy lives.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Ric+S.+Bastasa">Ric S. Bastasa</a><div class=q>
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