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
- A Wild Rose poem – Alfred Austin
- A Dog’s Grave by Winifred Mary Letts
- Sonnet Iv
- Poem Reaching For Something by Quincy Troupe
- Stars Over The Dordogne by Sylvia Plath
- Arrival by Philip Larkin
- Владимир Высоцкий – Это вовсе не френч-канкан
- The Fool Rings His Bells by Walter de la Mare
- As I Walk These Broad, Majestic Days. by Walt Whitman
- The Second Voyage by Rudyard Kipling
- Алексей Жемчужников – Ты прав
- The Winner by Shel Silverstein
- The Fallen House
- My Lady’s Law by Rudyard Kipling
- The Hand In The Dark
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).
