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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=582417" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>What A Country!</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">For more than an era,<br>my Country relished the pains I suffer,<br>watching my banishment in alien lands.<br>When the vision is blurred by distance,<br>they spy me through the hole of a binocular,<br>and roar in peels of laughter; <br>one forty million of them relish my own holocaust.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Never had my country been like this before,<br>She had something called Heart,<br>teeming with humanity.<br>Now she ceases to be the country I knew.<br>Now she is all some decrepit rivers only,<br>some hamlets and towns,<br>here and there some vegetations; <br>Some houses, markets and on the grey meadows,<br>some people who just resemble humans.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Once my country throbbed with life,<br>My countrymen recited poems.<br>Now none thinks twice before banishing a poet,<br>Now at dead of night, the whole country feel free to send a poet to the gallows; <br>one hundred and fifty million of them,<br>derive a lucretian pleasure<br>out of a poet's execution.<br>Once the country knew how to love.<br>Now She has learnt violence and frowning.<br>Sharp swords at her disposal,deadly weapons<br>tucked into her waist, fatal explosives in hand,<br>no longer can She sing a song.<br>Over an age, in search of a country,<br>I've been ransacking the globe; <br>Without a wink of sleep, decade after decade,<br>In my maddening pursuit of a country.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Reaching on the edge of my own country,<br>I wait with arms outstretched for her.<br>Alack! I've heard them say:<br>If my country ever gets me in her grip,<br>She'll build my sepulchre there.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">[Translated by Sujal Bhattacharya]</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Taslima+Nasrin">Taslima Nasrin</a><div class=q>
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When the vision is blurred by distance,
they spy me through the hole of a binocular,
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