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
- HEAL ME by WALID SABA
- Epitaph of a Young Poet Who Died Before Having Achieved Success poem – Amy Lowell poems | Poems and Poetry
- Shattered Dreams. Broken Promises. by Russell James
- Love And Death by Sara Teasdale
- J–K. Huysmans poem – Amy Lowell poems | Poems and Poetry
- Владимир Бенедиктов – Христианские мысли перед битвами
- Insolent couplets
- Conviction (ii) by Stevie Smith
- Аля Кудряшева – М. и П.
- Portrait From The Infantry
- Crouchin’ On The Outside by Shel Silverstein
- Once A Great Love by Yehuda Amichai
- Arcady Unheeding by Siegfried Sassoon
- Dawn by Yosa Buson
- Influence
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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).
