by Akshay Raja
Had my heart to cry, when I was young
Did squeal out, out with my tongue
Had a feel to go forth
Like oil in a boiling broth
Took forward on the steps of freedom
This world now became my kingdom
Now my fears wept with lashes
Hit them, fled to trashes!
A dawn makes a new day
So does your heart, your soul, your mind obey (you)
Stop not till your goal is achieved
Don’t cry for thrashes received
One day this world will turn to you
You turn your days back, saw who were you
A youth or coward, your heart knows
As a brave warrior your soul grows!
Let our ways be straight
Don’t stop, the days wont wait
A firm soul, molds your heart
Your life now, a clear art
A kingdom of truth and lies lie before you
Decide your ways, it must be you
Show your heart the truth you have
Let the world know, the might true words (truth) have!
Clear your ways with your thoughts so sharp
An honest way, never minds a warp
Open your minds, let slumber be down
Hit your anger, or else you will drown.
Your heart knows your steps to reach
A new era, your words will preach
Finally the stars open for a soul
This world will praise you, on the whole!
Akshay Raja
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Akshay Raja
A few random poems:
- The Bride-Cake by Robert Herrick
- Владимир Бенедиктов – Чёрный цвет
- Vernal Ode by William Wordsworth
- let’s love the lawn by Raj Arumugam
- Sonnet 34: Why didst thou promise such a beauteous day by William Shakespeare
- Cuchulan’s Fight With The Sea by William Butler Yeats
- To an Early Daffodil poem – Amy Lowell poems | Poems and Poetry
- Владимир Маяковский – Чудеса
- Robert Burns: Epigram On The Laird Of Laggan:
- Олег Григорьев – Сказал я девушке кротко
- O Tan-faced Prairie Boy. by Walt Whitman
- Ольга Ермолаева – Если о плачущих
- Иван Демьянов – Парикмахер рак-омар
- Monument by Satish Verma
- Book Ends by Tony Harrison
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: Epitaph For James Smith:
- Robert Burns: Epitaph On John Dove, Innkeeper:
- Robert Burns: To A Mouse, On Turning Her Up In Her Nest With The Plough:
- Robert Burns: Halloween: The following poem will, by many readers, be well enough understood; but for the sake of those who are unacquainted with the manners and traditions of the country where the scene is cast, notes are added to give some account of the principal charms and spells of that night, so big with prophecy to the peasantry in the west of Scotland. The passion of prying into futurity makes a striking part of the history of human nature in its rude state, in all ages and nations; and it may be some entertainment to a philosophic mind, if any such honour the author with a perusal, to see the remains of it among the more unenlightened in our own.-R.B.
- Robert Burns: Farewell To Ballochmyle:
- Robert Burns: Young Peggy Blooms:
- Robert Burns: Second Epistle to Davie: A Brother Poet
- Robert Burns: Masonic Song:
- Robert Burns: Lines On Meeting With Lord Daer:
- Robert Burns: Address To The Toothache:
- Robert Burns: Farewell Song To The Banks Of Ayr: “I composed this song as I conveyed my chest so far on my road to Greenock, where I was to embark in a few days for Jamaica. I meant it as my farewell dirge to my native land.”-R. B.
- Robert Burns: O Thou Dread Power: Lying at a reverend friend’s house one night, the author left the following verses in the room where he slept:-
- Robert Burns: Epigram On Rough Roads:
- Robert Burns: Fragment Of Song:
- Robert Burns: The Brigs Of Ayr: Inscribed to John Ballantine, Esq., Ayr.
- Robert Burns: Reply To A Trimming Epistle Received From A Tailor:
- Robert Burns: Willie Chalmers: Mr. Chalmers, a gentleman in Ayrshire, a particular friend of mine, asked me to write a poetic epistle to a young lady, his Dulcinea. I had seen her, but was scarcely acquainted with her, and wrote as follows:-
- Robert Burns: Nature’s Law – A Poem: Humbly inscribed to Gavin Hamilton, Esq.
- Robert Burns: The Calf: To the Rev. James Steven, on his text, Malachi, ch. iv. vers. 2. “And ye shall go forth, and grow up, as Calves of the stall.”
- Robert Burns: Thomson’s Edward and Eleanora.:
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Doska or the Board – write anything
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