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Message: <blockquote data-quote="saadat tahir" data-source="post: 32620" data-attributes="member: 495"><p><span style="font-size: 18px"><span style="color: #006666">The waning sun’s now dipping low.</span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"><span style="color: #006666">Tree top crescents are red aglow.</span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"><span style="color: #006666">Returning ravens in distance dive.</span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"><span style="color: #006666">Laden carts where habitual strive.</span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"><span style="color: #006666">A puffing chimney in shades below.</span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"><span style="color: #006666"></span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"><span style="color: #006666">O gleefully romping waning day.</span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"><span style="color: #006666">You whisper byes to kids at play.</span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"><span style="color: #006666">What you gave, what the pains.</span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"><span style="color: #006666">Chills thrills, aches and gains.</span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"><span style="color: #006666">Crumbs and scraps along the way.</span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"><span style="color: #006666"></span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"><span style="color: #006666">On the rutted path another mile,</span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"><span style="color: #006666">Below dripping wax moments file.</span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"><span style="color: #006666">Ocher disc that’s loosing glow;</span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"><span style="color: #006666">O’er dreads and deeds of men below,</span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"><span style="color: #006666">None can stop like the flowing Nile.</span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"><span style="color: #006666"></span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"><span style="color: #006666">To a day of toil you give the lie.</span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"><span style="color: #006666">Where forever beast and men ply,</span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"><span style="color: #006666">Best of men and the worst of them,</span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"><span style="color: #006666">Sound their prayer, bile or phlegm.</span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"><span style="color: #006666">In mosque or church or soulless dry!</span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"><span style="color: #006666"></span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"><span style="color: #006666">You go and promise another morn.</span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"><span style="color: #006666">It’s soft in promise or dread scorn?</span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"><span style="color: #006666">But rolled scrolls of fates decree,</span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"><span style="color: #006666">Or fortune's quiver none shall see.</span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"><span style="color: #006666">Would it! that I was yet to be born.</span></span></p><p></p><p></p><p>original.</p><p>saadat tahir.</p><p>29th Aug, 2k14.</p><p>Rafha-KSA.</p><p></p><p></p><p><em>Inspired by………..</em></p><p style="margin-left: 20px"><em>Poem “Sundown”</em></p> <p style="margin-left: 20px"><em>Written by: Henry Wadsworth Longfellow </em></p></blockquote><p></p>

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