by Akshay Raja
Had my heart to cry, when I was young
Did squeal out, out with my tongue
Had a feel to go forth
Like oil in a boiling broth
Took forward on the steps of freedom
This world now became my kingdom
Now my fears wept with lashes
Hit them, fled to trashes!
A dawn makes a new day
So does your heart, your soul, your mind obey (you)
Stop not till your goal is achieved
Don’t cry for thrashes received
One day this world will turn to you
You turn your days back, saw who were you
A youth or coward, your heart knows
As a brave warrior your soul grows!
Let our ways be straight
Don’t stop, the days wont wait
A firm soul, molds your heart
Your life now, a clear art
A kingdom of truth and lies lie before you
Decide your ways, it must be you
Show your heart the truth you have
Let the world know, the might true words (truth) have!
Clear your ways with your thoughts so sharp
An honest way, never minds a warp
Open your minds, let slumber be down
Hit your anger, or else you will drown.
Your heart knows your steps to reach
A new era, your words will preach
Finally the stars open for a soul
This world will praise you, on the whole!
Akshay Raja
Copyright ©:
Akshay Raja
A few random poems:
- Autumn by Thomas Hood
- Reverie Ofmahomed Akram At The Tamarind Tank
- Омар Хайям – Если счастлив от счастья
- Epigram on an Innkeeper (“The Marquis”) by Robert Burns
- Ulysses poem – Lord Alfred Tennyson poems
- A Supplication
- Robert Burns: Epitaph On Holy Willie:
- Garden of Sprites by Lyndsey Hylton
- Михаил Лермонтов – Воля
- The Quality of Courage by Stephen Vincent Benet
- Николай Некрасов – Внимая ужасам войны
- To share by Victor A. Bueno M.
- William Henry Davies – William Henry Davies
- Николай Заболоцкий – Детство
- The Rose by William Cowper
External links
Bat’s Poetry Page – more poetry by Fledermaus
Talking Writing Monster’s Page –
Batty Writing – the bat’s idle chatter, thoughts, ideas and observations, all original, all fresh
Poems in English
- To Foreign Lands. by Walt Whitman
- To a Western Boy. by Walt Whitman
- To a Pupil. by Walt Whitman
- To a President. by Walt Whitman
- To a Locomotive in Winter. by Walt Whitman
- To a Historian. by Walt Whitman
- To a foil’d European Revolutionaire. by Walt Whitman
- To a Common Prostitute. by Walt Whitman
- To a Certain Civilian. by Walt Whitman
- To a Certain Cantatrice. by Walt Whitman
- Thoughts. by Walt Whitman
- Thoughts. by Walt Whitman
- Thought. by Walt Whitman
- Thought. by Walt Whitman
- Thought. by Walt Whitman
- Thought. by Walt Whitman
- Thought. by Walt Whitman
- Thought. by Walt Whitman
- Thou Reader. by Walt Whitman
- Thou Orb Aloft Full-Dazzling. by Walt Whitman
More external links (open in a new tab):
Doska or the Board – write anything
Search engines:
Yandex – the best search engine for searches in Russian (and the best overall image search engine, in any language, anywhere)
Qwant – the best search engine for searches in French, German as well as Romance and Germanic languages.
Ecosia – a search engine that supposedly… plants trees
Duckduckgo – the real alternative and a search engine that actually works. Without much censorship or partisan politics.
Yahoo– yes, it’s still around, amazingly, miraculously, incredibly, but now it seems to be powered by Bing.
Parallel Translations of Poetry
The Poetry Repository – an online library of poems, poetry, verse and poetic works
