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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=580726" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Tribal Ways (Karez* of Dabkot*)</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">From the first habitations in the valley<br>In old fortress like Kot* called the old Kot<br>The occupation was fabulous for the earth<br>Did promise of harvests in plenty for all<br>Towards the west in steep rising the plateau<br>Behind the small hills the sun would set</div><div style="margin:10px 0">There were springs of water when in refuge<br>The encampment was settled before the valley<br>For the water how to fetch and for the fields<br>Underground channels they had seen<br>On the way through the oasis of villages<br>Who could do it for the skill was possessed<br>Uzbeks from north who bore the earth<br>To bring down water on surface in the middle</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The rejoicing village as inhabitants grew further<br>Divided times as to capacity of the clan<br>Soon greenery was patched on dry soil<br>Plumes and apples and mulberries<br>A small orchard for every house adjacent</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Water for drinking then flew to the mosque<br>Made of mud with much devotion <br>Then baths for the men in common<br>Followed by it was the place for washing<br>For women to gossip and laundry of the day<br>Happy fishes and few crabs too in the water<br>Life giving springs from where the water came</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Of the green trees named after the gallant<br>The elderly and sweet hearts of the village<br>Many a lovers around the corners<br>Of the Karez here and there under trees<br>The damsels either to fetch water<br>Or wash clothes or to the fields away<br>An embroidered gift with perfume of apples <br>Thrown on the dust for the lover to pick</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The shepherdess in the evening to return<br>Water her sheep on the many water ways<br>The fresh cold water for bath in the morn<br>So was the simplicity when on occasions<br>For the drum beats and dance with songs<br>In duets on marriages and visits on celebrations</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And then came the drought on the happy land<br>No water in spring in sadness died the fishes<br>The crab ran away and stones did stopped<br>Giving sustenance to the water and the larvae</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I wept on the bank of Karez of Dabkot<br>One evening when I saw the ducts being filled<br>Never to reopen again from the earth<br>Never shall a sight sadden me more<br>Than the memory of cold water springs<br>The memory of the fish that many a times<br>Jumped up and down to kiss my hands</div><div style="margin:10px 0">*Karez: Underground ducts of fresh spring water<br>*Dabkot: Name of a village<br>*Kot: Fortress like compound made of mud<br>22/4/2009</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Sadiqullah+Khan">Sadiqullah Khan</a><div class=q>
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In old fortress like Kot* called the old Kot
The occupation was fabulous for the earth
Did promise of harvests in plenty for all
Towards the west in steep rising the plateau
Behind the small hills the sun w..."></div>
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