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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=464299" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>A Visit to the Deserted House</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=464299" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Ah! The ties of the golden age have been razed, <br>Removed by the sharp double edged razor of time, <br>The whole period swings before my invisible eyes, <br>The memories spring up like impatient mushrooms, <br>Out of the heap of memories: undisturbed scrap. </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=464299" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">I see the faint, faded image of my mother sitting, <br>Exhausted on the sill of the door, engrossed, <br>Absorbed in profound thoughts devising the device, <br>To encounter the reserved worries of tomorrow; </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=464299" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">I see my father sitting on the cot, drowsing leaning, <br>Against the wall in the sweet sunshine of winter, <br>And sometime an abrupt snort jerks, awakes him.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=464299" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">I behold my uncle in one corner weaving baskets, <br>With the mulberry wet flexible sticks bending them, <br>And twisting, recollecting the strength of all muscles.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=464299" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">I see a few hens clucking in the mud-plastered yard, <br>Tempting, attracting the chicks to the scattered crumbs, <br>The baby goats dozing, nodding sluggishly in the sun, <br>The young fluffy soft dog woofing, growling, yapping, <br> At each extraneous and unconcerned disturbance.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=464299" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">I hear the chorus of muffled, miscellaneous sounds, <br>Of cattle while they were led to the green meadows, <br>And they passed through the street in unending train.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=464299" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Who cast an evil wicked eye upon the pastoral land? <br>That pleasures and sweet joys are jailed, imprisoned, <br>Behind the bars of avarice, cupidity, self-indulgence, <br>And desertedness hums over the bloated corpse of life.</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=Muhammad+Shanazar">Muhammad Shanazar</a></strong></div>

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