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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=464463" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>On Bidding Farewell</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=464463" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">When there is no one around me, <br>I peep out through the window, <br>That opens to the back yard of past.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=464463" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">When I was a child very small, <br>Could hardly run about in the streets, <br>Came out holding finger of my mother, <br>To bid farewell to the young-men, <br>Of the village who enlisted themselves, <br>To render the daring sacred job, <br>Of defending the feeding motherland.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=464463" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Still I recall the time remote, <br>And see men, women and children, <br>Bidding farewell, waving their hands, <br>The old mothers kissing the faces, <br>The fathers embracing them with love, <br>Patting the backs of well-built sons, <br>Well-bred with milk and pure butter.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=464463" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">The damsels weeping smiled, <br>To conceal sighs of their hearts, <br>Hoping their soon return, <br>To make them their own brides, <br>And award them wedding pleasures, <br>But the innocent hearts knew not.<br>Seldom return whom the country calls.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=464463" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">The great people whom I remember, <br>Passing away to the world of eternity, <br>Made the streets despairingly desolate.<br>The life forced me to leave the place, <br>Often I visit, find it the village of the dead, <br>Inhabitants are confined in the walls, <br>They neither laugh nor share the tears.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=464463" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Ah! Lust for wealth has hardened, <br>The soft fertile lands of hearts, <br>Making us all devoid of sentiments.</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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