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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=575770" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Countryside</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Frowning in vexation, <br>attributable to the<br>demised plaudits, <br>He slithered the window<br>when the bus secured mobility, <br>longing for ecstasy<br>and to dart away<br>the sombre spirit.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">In the countryside, <br>Gazing outside; <br>Unblinkingly he saw, <br>Cattle feeding themselves, <br>among their own intimate chums.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">It retreated.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">His angst dwindled, <br>Amidst the verdant lea, <br>straight vegetation<br>and the dale.<br>To invigorate, <br>He smelt fresh air; <br>Passing through<br>the open window.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The cloistered fields, <br>with cultivated wheat, <br>dancing resonantly with the wind, <br>offering the reapers<br>a vast capacity, <br>retreated too.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A brook materializes<br>from nowhere<br>without the head and the tail, <br>Unveiling a village, <br>parallel to it's verge.<br>It forces the sun<br>to prance<br>on it's sparkling surface.<br>A lady scrubbing clothes<br>settled on the dais, <br>her children relishing<br>in the shallow end.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">It too retreated.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The wood advents<br>with the departing<br>trees.<br>A chilly wind prospers.<br>Feathered friends<br>taking wings high in the wood, <br>Songbirds singing their ballad, <br>emboldening him, <br>catalysing the appease<br>in his spirit.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">To support the reviving optimism, <br>he started the music<br>by settling the ear-phones, <br>A silent soothing flute plays<br>calming him, he eased himself<br>and closed his eyes.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He dreamt-<br>the motion has ceased<br>and he was striding back on the highway, <br>to drown himself<br>in the retreated beauty.<br>Glance them and smell them anew, <br>not failing to notice<br>even the slightest colour and charm.<br>Again!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Atul+Mishra">Atul Mishra</a><div class=q>
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attributable to the
demised plaudits, 
He slithered the window
when the bus secured mobility, 
longing for ecstasy
and to dart away
the sombre spirit.

In the countryside, 
Gazing outside; 
Unblinkingly he saw, 
Cattle feedi..."></div>
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