On this sloppy ground
We sat, starring and counting the stars
Singing teary melodies to the dark night
As we converse with members of the elusive world
Bowing heads against betrayed fate
The world watched in scornful glee
As we engrave, on this hollow sand, the memories of the pitiful scourges of pain
Everyone rejects us for we are black
Dressed in haggard rags
We are the voice unheard in the wilderness of thorns
We are the lack that take your lack
On our heads, we bear your luggage
Though the shrill cry of the night owl greets us with horror
Yet we hope for better fortune and brighter days
We shall rise above the ground
We shall stand tall amidst the sea of struggles
Painting in hue, our troubles
Amidst the ruins, we shall rise
Above the pangs of death, we shall rise
Breaking forth from the Iron gates
As the sun rises
We shall rise above the chains of sorrows
As songs of victory caress our soul
Beloved, let us sleep now...
For the sun shall rise at dawn tomorrow.
We shall stand tall amidst the sea of struggles Painting in hue, our troubles Amidst the ruins, we shall rise Above the pangs of death, we shall rise Breaking forth from the Iron gates- - - such a great determination in your words..... words are powerful and it moves the readers. you do it now dear poetess.. thank you for this poem. tony
We shall stand tall amidst the sea of struggles Painting in hue, our troubles Amidst the ruins, we shall rise Above the pangs of death, we shall rise Breaking forth from the Iron gates As the sun rises We shall rise above the chains of sorrows As songs of victory caress our soul Beloved, let us sleep now... For the sun shall rise at dawn tomorrow. Wow, nice stanzas. I loved it.10 for it. Subhas
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I would like to translate this poem
This who we are, we surely will rise indeed! Inspiring