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:
- Степан Щипачев – У моря
- Moonlight by Vita Sackville-West
- Владимир Британишский – Композитор
- Wind in the Beechwood by Siegfried Sassoon
- September poem – Aldous Huxley poems | Poetry Monster
- Drying Clothes poem – Yang Wan-Li poems | Poetry Monster
- Hurrahing In Harvest poem – Gerard Manley Hopkins poems
- When the Assault Was Intended to the City poem – John Milton poems
- Ode to Beer, an Irish Song
- English Poetry. David Herbert Lawrence. Whales Weep Not!. Дэвид Герберт Лоуренс.
- Владимир Высоцкий – У Наполеона Ватерлоо есть хотя б
- Ок Мельникова – Вечные ценности
- The Drowned Man poem – Alexander Pushkin
- My impure god and I by Murali Sivaramakrishnan
- Robert Burns: Reply To An Announcement By J. Rankine: On His Writing To The Poet, That A Girl In That Part Of The Country Was With A Child To Him.
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
- This Moment, Yearning and Thoughtful. by Walt Whitman
- This Dust was Once the Man. by Walt Whitman
- This Day, O Soul. by Walt Whitman
- This Compost. by Walt Whitman
- Think of the Soul. by Walt Whitman
- Thick-Sprinkled Bunting. by Walt Whitman
- These, I, Singing in Spring. by Walt Whitman
- There was a Child went Forth. by Walt Whitman
- The Wound-Dresser by Walt Whitman
- That Shadow, my Likeness. by Walt Whitman
- That Music Always Round Me. by Walt Whitman
- Tests. by Walt Whitman
- Tears. by Walt Whitman
- Still, though the One I Sing. by Walt Whitman
- States! by Walt Whitman
- Starting from Paumanok. by Walt Whitman
- Spontaneous Me. by Walt Whitman
- Spirit whose Work is Done. by Walt Whitman
- Spirit That Form’d This Scene. by Walt Whitman
- Sparkles from The Wheel. by Walt Whitman
More external links (open in a new tab):
Doska or the Board – write anything
Search engines:
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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