from where they have been raised high,
a tremor in Nepal across the Himalayas
my body has a new soul,
it sings to the rubble and henceforth
I can only rise to the sky
would it be nimbostratus cloud
so in the gaping only
I will look at the eternity
and what will fan my wings
over the Bay of Bengal
perhaps, I will burn back
this span of life.
Rise me from where
I must fall to the rich tributaries
of my land,
only then I will seek
no revenge, no remorse
only then I will be born
in the form speaking through
the dialect of soul.
End of the poem
15 random poems
- Rise, O Days. by Walt Whitman
- Sonnet 06
- On The City Wall
- The Season
- Oh Stay At Home, My Lad poem – A. E. Housman
- Владимир Корнилов – Неподвижность
- Andrew Jones by William Wordsworth
- Николай Языков – А. Н. Очкину (Было время, мой приятель)
- Trial by Ruth Padel
- Morning Poem #59 by Wanda Phipps
- Вера Полозкова – Губы плавя в такой ухмылке
- A Broken Appointment by Thomas Hardy
- The Old Revolutionary’s Room by Nijole Miliauskaite
- Алексей Плещеев – На память
- In Token Of The Love You Gave by Timothy Thomas Fortune
Some external links:
Duckduckgo.com – the alternative in the US
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).