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
- TIRELESSLY by Satish Verma
- Love Of Life poem – Alfred Austin
- Владимир Бенедиктов – На гулянье
- The Wistful Lady by Thomas Hardy
- Frozen Heart 2
- Medical Ethics
- Владимир Корнилов – Небо
- Complaint Of A Poet Manqu
- Prologue To Spring by Sylvia Plath
- He Hears The Cry Of The Sedge by William Butler Yeats
- Robert Burns: The Humble Petition Of Bruar Water: To the noble Duke of Athole.
- Ольга Седакова – Вода-крестьянка
- Wednesday by Marvin Bell
- Less Than The Cloud To The Wind by Sara Teasdale
- My Miracle Valentine by Tirtha Raj Baral (Sanu Punatare)
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).