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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=464579" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Long Queues</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=464579" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">In the sweltering days of June, <br>When wells around the village, <br>Went dry and life became hard, <br>Men and stock moved desperate, <br>Animals gasped with hanging tongues, <br>The sunbeams singed trees and lands, <br>Our sisters, mothers and reverend ladies<br>Went with earthen pots on their heads, <br>To the far off founts in the steepy deeps, <br>And returned toiling up, out of breath, <br>On the stony ways, hard and pricking, <br>Many among them with bare sore feet, <br>Resting akimbo on each landing.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=464579" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Still my mind recollects the long queue, <br>With the shadows of erected poised pitchers, <br>In gloam chattering with jingling laughters, <br>Returned to quench the dry throats, <br>But men and we the wanton youngs, <br>Consumed the cold substance lavishly, <br>Pouring upon the sweaty bodies, <br>Ah! Aloof they stood with content looks, <br>And solaced smiles on their dry lips.</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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