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The Prison
Contributed by
Muhammadshanazar
on
Saturday, 13th January 2007 @ 07:27:33 AM in AEST
Topic:
Nostalgic
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I was beaten with a stick,
Long, thin and wet,
For doing nothing ill.
As the coach-man does,
When his horse draws
But obeys not.
The boys rich and mischievous,
Flattered the builders,
Made them please,
Oblivious to the wall between,
Made friends with them.
While the others, rough and poor,
Amid the high walls of prison,
With the pebbles, hard and round,
Under the banyan tree played,
With dust on their heads.
Copyright ©
Muhammadshanazar
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2007-01-13 07:27:33]
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Re: The Prison
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by NDean on
Saturday, 13th January 2007 @ 10:16:07 AM AEST
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I really good read.
Love the imagery
Quite emotional
Well done
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Re: The Prison
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by deadheadpoet on
Saturday, 13th January 2007 @ 11:49:04 AM AEST
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Emotional. You always have me wondering what is was like growing up as a child in your country. Banyan trees are quite interesting, their roots a place to hide and get lost from the world.
It sounds as if your time was difficult as a child. I was trying to picture this whole scene in my mind's eye. You ended up being a lucky one who could rise above all and your riches are so far greater within your heart than any monies some may have. Thank you for sharing, my friend.
Peace and hugs,
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Re: The Prison
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by yangdantien on
Saturday, 13th January 2007 @ 02:17:19 PM AEST
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A rich revealing write between the "Haves" & "Have-Nots"
discipline and punishment.
For any who has been so marked a chill ripples upon those scars...
Well Done
Peace
Yangdantien
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