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
- Autumn – The Third Pastoral, or Hylas and Ægon poem – Alexander Pope
- In Drear-Nighted December poem – John Keats poems
- Domination Of Black by Wallace Stevens
- Spenserian Stanzas On Charles Armitage Brown poem – John Keats poems
- Verses Faiz Ulla
- Still Life by Piera Chen
- Sweet Love Is Dead poem – Alfred Austin
- Spinster by Sylvia Plath
- The Fish by Marianne Moore
- Elusive Lover by Renu Ayyar
- Aunt Dorothys Lecture
- Scars on Paper by Marilyn Hacker
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- Юрий Коринец – Отцовская песня
- Evening by Olivia Lewis
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