by Alina Ahmed
I dont know where I lie in this world,
No space for me in peoples heart,
Everyone says I’m Gods special child,
But I ask why m I made with such a physically disabled art ?
I cannot eat with my hands,
Neither can I stand on my own legs,
But I fell proud to see world without tears,
And I feel prestigious to know that I m gods near.
People pity on me,
But I feel proud that I cannot handle my pace,
Where people in this world are just in dirgrace,
I feel pride to know that I am in harms,
But feel sorry to know that people have no loving arms.
I thank god for making me disabled,
So that I can say I m someones pleasure…
Alina Ahmed
Copyright ©:
ALINA AHMED. 28th of april, 2011, INDIA
A few random poems:
- Константин Батюшков – На смерть И.П. Пнина
- Sonnet 42: That thou hast her, it is not all my grief by William Shakespeare
- The Thin People by Sylvia Plath
- I Kiss the Feet of Angels poem – A. D. Winans poems | Poetry Monster
- Вера Полозкова – Мой великий кардиотерапевт
- Алексей Жемчужников – Всем хлеба
- Eternal Love by Vaishnavi Prakash
- София Парнок – Об одной лошаденке чалой
- The Rwose In The Dark by William Barnes
- Peace Universal Good
- Raise the head, child by Vinko Kalinić
- Happiness by Stevie Smith
- I am a sculptor, a molder of form by Jalal ad-Din Muhammad Rumi
- Astrophel and Stella: XV by Sir Philip Sidney
- In A Railroad Station by Sara Teasdale
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
- Earthy Anecdote by Wallace Stevens
- A Dish Of Peaches In Russia by Wallace Stevens
- Depression Before Spring by Wallace Stevens
- A Clear Day And No Memories by Wallace Stevens
- In The Carolinas by Wallace Stevens
- Another Weeping Woman by Wallace Stevens
- Anecdote Of Canna by Wallace Stevens
- You Felons on Trial in Courts. by Walt Whitman
- Yet, Yet, Ye Downcast Hours. by Walt Whitman
- Years of the Modern. by Walt Whitman
- Year that Trembled. by Walt Whitman
- Year of Meteors, 1859 ’60. by Walt Whitman
- World, Take Good Notice. by Walt Whitman
- World Below the Brine, The. by Walt Whitman
- With Antecedents. by Walt Whitman
- With All Thy Gifts. by Walt Whitman
- Whoever You are, Holding Me now in Hand. by Walt Whitman
- Who Learns My Lesson Complete? by Walt Whitman
- Who is now Reading This? by Walt Whitman
- Whispers of Heavenly Death. by Walt Whitman
More external links (open in a new tab):
Doska or the Board – write anything
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Yahoo– yes, it’s still around, amazingly, miraculously, incredibly, but now it seems to be powered by Bing.
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The Poetry Repository – an online library of poems, poetry, verse and poetic works
