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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=582555" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>What I see?</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Darkness would soon consume what I see, before that let me say<br>Let me express, let me sing, a fable, a ballad or a poem, let me say<br>What I see.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">It is a scene of a battlefield and I am standing there, <br>I see an omen walking by, a white moon shining in red sky, <br>Shattered metals everywhere, of tanks and guns, all man had made<br>And many men are lying here, of bones and flesh, all god had made<br>This is a hell but I’m not dead, but dead are they who lie afore, <br>Forcing me to be their part, an unsought color of this picture.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>It is a scene of a broken hut and I am standing there, <br>Its thatched roof is gone, now roofless how it stands, <br>Its door is open and a window broken, but I won’t peep inside, <br>There may be a life, a tender rose, a bud ready to bloom, <br>And beneath its various fleshes, many secrets may have it closed.<br>I dare not touch it and destroy, and do not steal that is not mine.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>It is a scene of a dying man and I am standing there, <br>Powerless, drunk in weakness, the curse with which I am cursed, <br>His eyes seek, so many questions, of answers he’s a beggar, <br>I stand to him, as a prophet, who has his hands, a blessing.<br>Mercy is my magic, my kindness sleeps in water. But showers of blood that he has laid, <br>The soldier, my soldier, who fought for me and laid his life, will that, be ever paid? </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>This saddens me and maddens me, how foolish had I been, <br>Desperate of love, desperate of hope and desperate of any kindness, <br>I have left what I had left and lost what I had found.<br>It is a scene of a graveyard and I am lying there, <br>Bereft of a white lily or grass or tear or a tombstone, </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>No inscription do I have no story now to tell. And my fables are closed<br>In my coffin, like my eyes, my lips and ears, were always closed, <br>When I was alive.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Gaurav+Tiwary">Gaurav Tiwary</a><div class=q>
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It is a scene of a battlefield and I am standing there, 
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