<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=567443" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>On A Dusty Lane</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">On a dusty lane in Crowne Plaza<br> We happen to meet, <br> 'Why do you turn them away'? <br> 'Why do i lower them down'? <br> <br> Had the windows thrown<br> An embrace to each other<br> The souls would have burned in solace...<br> <br> In Ghalib Park, melancholic grace<br> The 'dew-drops(of sppech) '<br> Freeze and you pass by, <br> The evening passes<br> (Into the darkness of night) <br> And everyone passes, <br> Good lads and lasses, <br> <br> Frozen; a statesque greif<br> Reciting, but where is the relief? <br> <br> 'God is great'<br> 'God is great'<br> We touch the dust<br> With the openness of foreheads<br> The ants, come out of dust, <br> Bewildered, in the drizzles of rain<br> Return the eternal grief<br> <br> 'Read, recite or proclaim'<br> And the prayers of relief.<br> <br> Think you why my heart<br> Fails to beat a symphony<br> Think you who's the perpetual theif<br> Read and recite <br> the secret of my grief<br> <br> Mubeena is raped, <br> Listen to her unheard screams<br> Mingling with the melodramatic<br> Eternal themes, No gleams<br> In the murky streams<br> Of robbed honour, of life.<br> <br> Mughli adorns her greif<br> With the jewels of patience<br> Death laments the pangs of disappeanece <br> The hope, the fear of recurrence, <br> And the dusty whirlpool of existence.<br> <br> The school-boy's blood<br> Daubs the meadows deep-red<br> The snowflake, lost, <br> floating comes down<br> And weeps an elegy <br> Into the snow dust..... <br> <br> The wind begins to blow<br> The snow weeps blood <br> And we happen to meet<br> In the dusty lane of Crowne Plaza.<br> <br> Why to turn them away! ! ! <br> Why to lower them down! ! <br> <br> Pehaps<br> ''Life is a series of loose meaningless<br> Unconnected events.''</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Feroz+Rather">Feroz Rather</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=567443" data-title="On A Dusty Lane de Feroz Rather" data-description="On a dusty lane in Crowne Plaza We happen to meet, 'Why do you turn them away'? 'Why do i lower them down'? Had the windows thrown An embrace to each other The souls would have burned in solace... In Ghalib Park, melancholic grace T..."></div> </div> </div>

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