<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=514134" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>A Green Pride Has No Ambition Now</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Walk with me, till moon rises<br>on the griefs of the dark, <br>and the tongue tastes the pain of centuries.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">On the erected dome<br>when the golden leaves start a flame<br>which throws up an image of a prophet.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">My nightingale was giving a call<br>of a very sad tune, on the death of peacocks -<br>but for the poisoned feed, they were dancing.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A green pride has no ambition now, <br>roses were wilting.<br>Fever was rising in the roots.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Do not give it to me, my award.<br>Could I have shut up like a fame<br>when my house was being ransacked?</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Satish+Verma">Satish Verma</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=514134" data-title="A Green Pride Has No Ambition Now de Satish Verma" data-description="Walk with me, till moon rises on the griefs of the dark, and the tongue tastes the pain of centuries. On the erected dome when the golden leaves start a flame which throws up an image of a prophet. My nightingale was giving a call of a very sad..."></div> </div> </div>

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