Sitting at my terrace I am thinking , thinking of the two paths ;
One takes me to chaos , other gives me Sabbaths ;
Should I leave everything to claim my enlightenment ;
And say me another Buddha, for another moment ;
Or will I be the sinner or the saint ;
If I follow my five senses, at the end ;
And show my will to create the another mania ;
In the name of my karma ;
Quench my thirst , claim my immortality ;
In the name of my dharma ;
And what if one day my body will perish ;
Nothing will go with me , but then I too will not vanish ;
Generations will come and with my doom ;
They will remember my fame ;
A soul rose on this earth , walked its chosen path ;
And forever carved it’s name ;
Sitting at my terrace I am thinking ;
Thinking to set a goal ;
To play my role ;
For I can’t leave this world which gave me some beginning ;
And with this , my wanderer soul got some meaning …
End of the poem
15 random poems
- Владимир Маяковский – Рабочей России Красной рыцарь…
- The Coming Of Wisdom With Time by William Butler Yeats
- SOVEREIGNTY by Satish Verma
- Minimalism And The Elm Choka
- This Aloneness by Jalal ad-Din Muhammad Rumi
- Николай Тихонов – Даль полевая, как при Калите
- Николай Языков – Романс (Угрюм стоит дремучий лес)
- Come up from the Fields, Father. by Walt Whitman
- A Poet’s Epitaph by William Wordsworth
- A Walk After Dark by W H Auden
- Alone
- Solitude poem – Alexander Pope
- A Man Young And Old: X. His Wildness by William Butler Yeats
- A Bronze Head by William Butler Yeats
- To Mr. Thomas Southern, on his Birth-Day poem – Alexander Pope
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Quant.com – a search engine from France, and also an alternative, at least for Europe
Yandex – the Russian search engine (it’s probably the best search engine for image searches).
