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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=523741" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Semiya', My Pride.</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">A tiny wooden boat was<br>My asset that would sink<br>If exceeded the weigh of<br>Myself, around kilos fifty, <br>When I was aged sixty.<br>One warm hearth fed on<br>Coconut and rice husks, <br>A sand-pot full of ‘Semiya'<br>Made of rice flakes, yellow sugar, <br>Cardamom, nuts, milk, cumin, <br>Cinnamon leaves, dry ginger, <br>Water and a pint of salt; that<br>Made my ‘Semiya' sweeter still.<br> <br>Had four old glass cups<br>To feed those who would wait<br>With craving taste buds by<br>The shady backwater banks<br>As a routine, for my narrow<br>‘Sweet-bowl', to appear dancing<br>On the swollen dark green waves! <br> <br>Their hope-lines were thinner<br>Than their fishing lines, but<br>Invariably enjoyed my treat, <br>Paying the small coins in return, <br>Sometimes, more, often less.<br>I fed generations, some turned<br>Stars, some waiting voyage, <br>Most still hold the glass up<br>Above their open mouth for<br>The last dropp to ooze and fall<br>On their giggling tongues! <br> <br>My recipe was my course, <br>The research, theses, marks, <br>Awards and references that<br>In 45 years long sweet-serving<br>Never had any regret, nor my<br>Long array of village faces<br>Ever had scowls of any sort.<br> <br>Now I wonder, with such a<br>Paltry income, how could I<br>Manage the marriages of all<br>My daughters, and a small<br>Shop for my heedless son! <br> <br>Life has always been intact, <br>Though my tiny boat had often<br>Broken by startling tides! <br>Thanks to God, the merciful, <br>All ended well with me, but<br>Children today work long hours<br>And make a heap of winnings, <br>But without any natural sweetness, <br>Either in flesh or in soul! <br>Their delights are strained, <br>Temples full of swollen veins!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Tajudeen+Shah">Tajudeen Shah</a><div class=q>
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My asset that would sink
If exceeded the weigh of
Myself, around kilos fifty, 
When I was aged sixty.
One warm hearth fed on
Coconut and rice husks, 
A sand-pot full of ‘Semiya'
Made of rice flakes, yellow sugar, 
Cardamom..."></div>
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