Category: Lead Poems

Lead Poem

Lead Poem

Robert Frost The Road Not Taken Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, And sorry I could not travel both And be one traveler, long I stood And looked down one as far as I could To where it bent in the undergrowth; Then took the other, as just as...

Lead Poem

Lead Poem

Muhammad Iqbal The Interrogation Of The Dead The bright sun is hidden, the night shows its face The night’s hair is spread on shoulders of the earth This black dress is preparation for some one’s mourning Perhaps the Nature’s assemblage for the sun is mourning The sky is casting a...

Creep into thy narrow bed, Creep, and let no more be said! Vain thy onset! all stands fast. Thou thyself must break at last! Let the long contention cease! Geese are swans, and swans are geese. Let them have it how they will! Thou art tired; best be still! They out-talked thee, hissed thee, tore thee? Better men fared thus before thee; Fired their ringing shot and passed, Hotly charged -and sank at last. Charge once more, then, and be dumb! Let the victors, when they come, When thy forts of folly fail, Find thy body by the wall!

The Road Not Taken- Robert Frost

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, And sorry I could not travel both And be one traveler, long I stood And looked down one as far as I could To where it bent in the undergrowth; Then took the other, as just as fair, And having perhaps the better...

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Muhammad Iqbal -Sympathy Perched on the branch of a tree Was a nightingale sad and lonely “The night has drawn near”, He was thinking “I passed the day in flying around and feeding How can I reach up to the nest Darkness has enveloped everything”? Hearing the nightingale wailing thus...

William Wordsworth – A Character

William Wordsworth – A Character

I marvel how Nature could ever find space For so many strange contrasts in one human face: There’s thought and no thought, and there’s paleness and bloom And bustle and sluggishness, pleasure and gloom. There’s weakness, and strength both redundant and vain; Such strength as, if ever affliction and pain...

Muhammad Iqbal – The Colorful Rose

Muhammad Iqbal – The Colorful Rose

You are not familiar with the hardships of solving enigmas O Beautiful Rose! Perhaps you do not have sublime feelings in your heart Though you adorn the assembly yet do not participate in its struggles In life’s assembly I am not endowed with this comfort In this garden I am...

John Milton – On His Blindness

John Milton – On His Blindness

WHEN I consider how my light is spent E’re half my days, in this dark world and wide, And that one Talent which is death to hide, Lodg’d with me useless, though my Soul more bent To serve therewith my Maker, and present My true account, least he returning chide,...

Henry Longfellow – Hymn To The Night

Henry Longfellow – Hymn To The Night

I heard the trailing garments of the Night Sweep through her marble halls! I saw her sable skirts all fringed with light From the celestial walls! I felt her presence, by its spell of might, Stoop o’er me from above; The calm, majestic presence of the Night, As of the...

Jajaluddin Rumi – A Moment Of Happiness

Jajaluddin Rumi – A Moment Of Happiness

A moment of happiness, you and I sitting on the verandah, apparently two, but one in soul, you and I. We feel the flowing water of life here, you and I, with the garden’s beauty and the birds singing. The stars will be watching us, and we will show them...

Walt Whitman – World Below the Brine

Walt Whitman – World Below the Brine

The world below the brine, Forests at the bottom of the sea, the branches and leaves, Sea-lettuce, vast lichens, strange flowers and seeds, the thick tangle, openings, and pink turf, Different colors, pale gray and green, purple, white, and gold, the play of light through the water, Dumb swimmers there...

Ibn Araby – Listen, O dearly beloved

Ibn Araby – Listen, O dearly beloved

Listen, O dearly beloved! I am the reality of the world, the centre of the circumference, I am the parts and the whole. I am the will established between Heaven and Earth, I have created perception in you only in order to be the object of my perception. If then...

Wislawa Szymborska – Some People

Wislawa Szymborska – Some People

Some people fleeing some other people.  In some country under the sun  and some clouds.  They leave behind some of their everything,  sown fields, some chickens, dogs,  mirrors in which fire now sees itself reflected.  On their backs are pitchers and bundles,  the emptier, the heavier from one day to...