MY FIRST LOVE KILLED HERSELF ~BY PRESLEY PARKER
My first love killed herself,
Not in the way you think,
Not with a gun to her head,
Poems
HOW DO I LOVE THEE? ~BY ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING
How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
PAUL REVERE’S RIDE ~BY HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW
Listen, my children, and you shall hear
Of the midnight ride of Paul Revere,
A BIRD, CAME DOWN THE WALK ~BY EMILY DICKINSON
A Bird, came down the Walk –
He did not know I saw –
ODE TO NIGHTINGALE ~BY JOHN KEATS
My heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains
My sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk,
DASTAK ~BY GULZAR
Aaj phir dastak ne mujhko jagaya hai
Kya kisi ne dhoondha hai ya khud se mil gaye ho
DIFFICULT TO DO ~BY ABIMBOLA. T. ALABI
It seems a lot of work.
Looks difficult, somehow.
But if it’s got to be done,
मैं नीर भरी दुख की बदली! ~BY MAHADEVI VARMA
स्पन्दन में चिर निस्पन्द बसा
क्रन्दन में आहत विश्व हँसा
नयनों में दीपक से जलते,
HUNGER ~BY JAYANTA MAHAPATRA
It was hard to believe the flesh was heavy on my back.
The fisherman said: Will you have her,
I HAVE A RENDEZVOUS WITH DEATH ~BY ALAN SEEGER
I have a rendezvous with Death
At some disputed barricade
When Spring comes back with rustling shade