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:
- An Ode, On Reading Mr. Richardson’s History Of Sir Charles Grandison by William Cowper
- Disingenuousness by Mark R Slaughter
- Reproof: A Satire. by Tobias Smollett
- Sonnet 92: But do thy worst to steal thy self away by William Shakespeare
- Ocean of Forms by Rabindranath Tagore
- Yesterday’s Mishaps by Mary Etta Metcalf
- Exposure by Seamus Heaney
- Владимир Британишский – Служба
- Ballad on Mr. Heron’s Election—No. 4 by Robert Burns
- A Galloway Song poem – John Keats poems
- Sweetheart by M. T. Metutera
- Winter Promises by Marge Piercy
- A Song of the English by Rudyard Kipling
- Characteristics Of A Child Three Years Old by William Wordsworth
- Furious Wounds by Satish Verma
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
- I Heard You, Solemn-sweet Pipes of the Organ. by Walt Whitman
- I hear it was Charged against Me. by Walt Whitman
- I Hear America Singing. by Walt Whitman
- I Dream’d in a Dream. by Walt Whitman
- I am He that Aches with Love. by Walt Whitman
- Hush’d be the Camps To-day. by Walt Whitman
- How Solemn as One by One. by Walt Whitman
- Hours Continuing Long. by Walt Whitman
- Here the Frailest Leaves of Me. by Walt Whitman
- Here, Sailor. by Walt Whitman
- Hast Never Come to Thee an Hour. by Walt Whitman
- Great are the Myths. by Walt Whitman
- Gods. by Walt Whitman
- Gliding Over All. by Walt Whitman
- Give me the Splendid, Silent Sun. by Walt Whitman
- Germs. by Walt Whitman
- Full of Life, Now. by Walt Whitman
- From Paumanok Starting. by Walt Whitman
- From My Last Years. by Walt Whitman
- From Far Dakota’s Cañons. 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
