by Akshay Raja
With his or her words to reign
Empty mind gone to drain
People did try to strain
Bold and courage had the pain.
They took methods up so bad
Brave warriors hit the sack
Evil rule no dignity they had
As a ball that hit we bounce back!
A new world order grows up front
A slow hymn grows to a chant
Blending together like thorns on rose
To crush evil together we rose!
Led up front by the mystic saint
He held our hearts fed our vein
The enigma of life to raise as giant
To dethrone evil, the British reign!
The bold warriors fought for bread
We won last shed no blood
Lost again back they row
We won the game with the tiger’s roar!
Akshay Raja
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Akshay Raja
A few random poems:
- English Poetry. Thomas Moore. From “The Odes of Anacreon”. Ode 66. Томас Мур.
- Mornèn by William Barnes
- Анатолий Жигулин – Обвал
- The Princess (prologue) poem – Lord Alfred Tennyson poems
- Ghazal to Pera Belle by Serkan Engin
- Her Triumph by William Butler Yeats
- Allegiances by William Stafford
- “Here, where the vine and fig bask hand in hand,” poem – Alfred Austin
- from The Cave of Making by W H Auden
- A Christmas Carol by William Topaz McGonagall
- A Cliff Dwelling by Robert Frost
- 对于女权主义者
- The Motherless Child by William Barnes
- Ок Мельникова – От киева до сантьяго
- To The Ladies Who Saw Me Crowned poem – John Keats poems
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
- Robert Burns: My Lord A-Hunting:
- Robert Burns: The Bonie Moor-Hen:
- Robert Burns: Prologue: Spoken by Mr. Woods on his benefit-night, Monday, 16th April, 1787
- Robert Burns: Verses Intended To Be Written Below A Noble Earl’s Picture:
- Robert Burns: Epistle To Mrs. Scott: Gudewife of Wauchope-House, Roxburghshire.
- Robert Burns: Inscription For The Headstone Of Fergusson The Poet:
- Robert Burns: Extempore In The Court Of Session:
- Robert Burns: Bonie Dundee:
- Robert Burns: Rattlin’, Roarin’ Willie:
- Robert Burns: Mr. William Smellie -A Sketch:
- Robert Burns: To Miss Logan, With Beattie’s Poems, For A New-Year’s Gift, Jan. 1, 1787:
- Robert Burns: Address To A Haggis:
- Robert Burns: Address To Edinburgh:
- Robert Burns: Yon Wild Mossy Mountains:
- Robert Burns: A Winter Night :
- Robert Burns: On Sensibility: Fragment
- Robert Burns: Epistle To Major Logan:
- Robert Burns: Tam Samson’s Elegy: When this worthy old sportman went out, last muirfowl season, he supposed it was to be, in Ossian’s phrase, “the last of his fields,” and expressed an ardent wish to die and be buried in the muirs. On this hint the author composed his elegy and epitaph.-R.B., 1787.
- Robert Burns: Composed In Spring:
- Robert Burns: Inscribed On A Work Of Hannah More’s: Presented to the Author by a Lady.
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
