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On Bidding Farewell

Contributed by MuhammadShanazar on Tuesday, 6th February 2007 @ 07:49:44 AM in AEST
Topic: Nostalgic

When there is no one around me,
I peep out through the window,
That opens to the back yard of past.

When I was a child very small,
Could hardly run about in the streets,
Came out holding finger of my mother,
To bid farewell to the young-men,
Of the village who enlisted themselves,
To render the daring sacred job,
Of defending the feeding motherland.

Still I recall the time remote,
And see men, women and children,
Bidding farewell, waving their hands,
The old mothers kissing the faces,
The fathers embracing them with love,
Patting the backs of well-built sons,
Well-bred with milk and pure butter.

The damsels weeping smiled,
To conceal sighs of their hearts,
Hoping their soon return,
To make them their own brides,
And award them wedding pleasures,
But the innocent hearts knew not.
Seldom return whom the country calls.

The great people whom I remember,
Passing away to the world of eternity,
Made the streets despairingly desolate.
The life forced me to leave the place,
Often I visit, find it the village of the deads,
Inhabitants are confined in the walls,
They neither laugh nor share the tears.

Ah! Lust for wealth has hardened,
The soft fertile lands of hearts,
Making us all devoid of sentiments.

Copyright © MuhammadShanazar ... [ 2007-02-06 07:49:44]
(Date/Time posted on site)

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Re: On Bidding Farewell (User Rating: 1 )
by deadheadpoet on Tuesday, 6th February 2007 @ 11:06:18 AM AEST
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What a wonderful piece of writing. I really loved your opening lines. One day, I hope we get to sit and chat together, you have lived a very interesting life, my brother. I wish you had not so many harsh memories.
Peace and hugs,
Laura

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