from where they have been raised high,
a tremor in Nepal across the Himalayas
my body has a new soul,
it sings to the rubble and henceforth
I can only rise to the sky
would it be nimbostratus cloud
so in the gaping only
I will look at the eternity
and what will fan my wings
over the Bay of Bengal
perhaps, I will burn back
this span of life.
Rise me from where
I must fall to the rich tributaries
of my land,
only then I will seek
no revenge, no remorse
only then I will be born
in the form speaking through
the dialect of soul.
End of the poem
15 random poems
- Николай Заболоцкий – Утренняя песня
- София Парнок – Рондель
- On Looking Up By Chance At The Constellations by Robert Frost
- In The Forum poem – Alfred Austin
- To The Unattainable Lament Of Mahomed Akram
- Алексей Ржевский – Как я стал знать взор твой
- She’s Flawless by Mandy Williams
- Demon by Vladimir Marku
- Gleaners Of Fame poem – Alfred Austin
- Lorelei by Sylvia Plath
- Наум Коржавин – Мой ритм заглох
- Николай Некрасов – Вчера, сегодня
- The workers by Sunil Sharma
- Poem of Joys. by Walt Whitman
- Address to the Toothache by Robert Burns
Some external links:
Duckduckgo.com – the alternative in the US
Quant.com – a search engine from France, and also an alternative, at least for Europe
Yandex – the Russian search engine (it’s probably the best search engine for image searches).
