On The High Pedestal
by Shahida Latif
When I unfurl, unfold my wings,
For the new flight and fresh trip,
I remember you by recollecting
Memories of the past.
Drops of tears like lamps
Begin to hang on the lashes,
The colourful stars begin to glimmer
On the hems of my dress.
I feel the ravened sky looking at me
With the smile of a saint, as if
God begins to lay, spread new tracks,
And I trespass the boundaries
Of self-control to cover the distances long,
With fresh zeal, laden with unseen trials,
But I see you standing there in front,
On the high pedestal of the destination
Awaiting and beckoning me to embrace.
End of the poem
15 random poems
- The Broken Field by Sara Teasdale
- In A Restaurant by Sara Teasdale
- Николай Языков – Водопад
- Instead of farewell by Vinko Kalinić
- In Memoriam
- On The Death Of A Fair Infant Dying Of A Cough poem – John Milton poems
- Funeral Day Thoughts by Sudheesh Vs
- Иван Дмитриев – Слепец, Собака его и Школьник
- The Reverie of Poor Susan by William Wordsworth
- XV: Some Verses: Ciprian’s Smyling by William Alexander
- Hortus poem – Andrew Marvell poems
- The Danish Boy by William Wordsworth
- Аля Кудряшева – Пой мне еще, что я могу изменить
- Butterflies by Siegfried Sassoon
- Николай Карамзин – Там всё велико, всё прелестно
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Quant.com – a search engine from France, and also an alternative, at least for Europe
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