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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=349891" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Winter and Hope</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=349891" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">First snow atop the hill<br>sends a chill to the spine<br>it melts down all hopes<br>for the morning sunshine<br>men, women, pets and cattle <br>bit dismayed, amidst lull and calm<br>iced winds, blades cutting through <br>yet into a storm it has not brewed<br>hordes of men hurry and store <br>piles of extra wood and grass<br>time for them to hibernate <br>talking and singing to hour-glass<br>each one must tell a story <br>sitting by fire, under lock n bolt<br>happy women, busy with stove<br>lots of tea, meat and broiled poult<br>father and sons, one by one<br>climb the roof of their muddy abode<br>with shovels, spades and iron blades<br>they brush aside the unwanted load<br>every winter passes thus<br>with such fervour and desire <br>for a sunny and brighter morning<br>so as to smother the burning fire</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=349891" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">(It is about how my hometown/village was until a few decades ago, where there was no electricity, and therefore, no television, computers or other gadgets to keep the family members unnecessarily busy and occupied) .</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=Ata+Khan">Ata Khan</a></strong></div>