Weekly Contest
Classic poem of the day
Child to whom my loneliness
Cries—and cries, I know, in vain—
Down the years I look and bless;
Down the years, let my hand press
Strong your shoulder. I am fain
You should reap from my sown pain
Flowers of joy and loveliness,
Child I love, and love in vain.
You will never turn to me
As I turn and cry to you.
Regions strange and visions new
Shall be yours to search and see.
Old and alien I shall be.
I who love you set you free.
Yet recall I cried to you,
Child I love so utterly.
member poem of the day
Kenj's cry to naure May you call it Corona, Covid19 or whatever Intruder, bodies invades, the Imune detioriates In China was spotted, through air transmitted All over the earth, from east to west spread The sufferings of being infection acknowledged Isoliation, short of breath, being hospitalized Due to outbreak, lockdown all over the world The mind questions the first infected man A flu he might have thought himself he has Yet, what fault did he have, the heart plees He suffered, he might have lost his beloveds With masks, gloves, fears dressed our lives Nature with your winds, and fresh breezes Take this virus away, by the Lord’s grace With smile; there are so many dirty hands Ah kenj! Till wash with cordial feelings
