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
- Church And State by William Butler Yeats
- Омар Хайям – Чистый дух, заключенный в нечистый сосуд
- Green Thumb by Philip Levine
- Владимир Луговской – Мальчики играют на горе
- Off the Turnpike poem – Amy Lowell poems | Poems and Poetry
- A Confession To A Friend In Trouble by Thomas Hardy
- INTO THE LAIR by Satish Verma
- MOURNING by Satish Verma
- Her Dream by William Butler Yeats
- The Passing of the Elder Bards by William Wordsworth
- Release by Marie Starr
- four legs good, two legs bad by Raj Arumugam
- The Spring
- Lines Composed a Few Miles above Tintern Abbey by William Wordsworth
- The Fairies Break Their Dances poem – A. E. Housman
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).
