<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=571939" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Shifting the House</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">He lived in my heart for a long time <br>When life was in its metre and rhyme.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">When the house became shabby<br>He was reminded of his old hobby.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He searched out a house newly raised <br>Day and night its beauty he praised.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then one day he took all his luggage<br>And left the house bag and baggage.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He was welcomed with open arms<br>He got lost in its fascinating charms.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He enjoyed a long passage of time<br>As long as life was in its rhyme.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Insted of house now he became old<br>Over the change he had no hold.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Now the house wanted to shift him<br>Because the light of his eyes was dim.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Wrinkles are not to be cherished<br>Now he was only to perish.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">According to the misery's demand<br>He was proper for dust or sand.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He wa kinly sent to a house of clay<br>It was the dropp scene of life's play.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">As it was a house most shabby<br>To change house was his hobby.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He was waiting for a good shift<br>That may prove a good gift.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Prof+Niamat+Ali+Murtazai">Prof Niamat Ali Murtazai</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=571939" data-title="Shifting the House de Prof Niamat Ali Murtazai" data-description="He lived in my heart for a long time When life was in its metre and rhyme. When the house became shabby He was reminded of his old hobby. He searched out a house newly raised Day and night its beauty he praised. Then one day he took all his l..."></div> </div> </div>

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