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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=470734" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The regrets of an old singing mountain</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=470734" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">I touch the sky and your passing clouds in vain<br>Because there was no any gratitude shown.<br>They just hit my peak and run away.<br>Sun, Moon, Stars and Angels they all mock and pass remarks.<br>And I was disgusted of being alone.<br>If I could move like a good man in a bad society<br>Then I walk in every corner around the World<br>And tell them whoever meets about my boredom.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=470734" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">I dedicate this poem to the deceased Marxist Sri Lankan singer Gunadasa.Kapuge. Still I remember one of his sad songs; <br>'Friends! We are not mountains in rivalry<br>But only transparent streams that run into one river.'</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=Nimal+Dunuhinga">Nimal Dunuhinga</a></strong></div>

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