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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=469039" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Busy With Money-game</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=469039" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Stillness is gathering around, <br>The music is not heard.<br>I can not see the morning light<br>At my house's back yard.<br>The green trees are grey now, <br>I don't look at the sky.<br>The shadow of my afternoon, <br>Have become high and high! <br>The dear faces of neighbors, <br>Are not seen anymore.<br>I want to ask about them all, <br>But fail to reach their door! <br>I don't listen to cuckoo's song, <br>It's mixed with traffic horns.<br>I can't understand all these faults, <br>My childhood often mourns! <br>I loved my cats and cute kittens, <br>And wished to live with them.<br>Now-a-days I can not care as, <br>Busy with money game! <br>Nilakshi Das<br>Submitted: Thursday, April 05,2012<br>Edited: Thursday, April 05,2012<br>•	</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=Nilakshi+Das">Nilakshi Das</a></strong></div>