Classic poem of the day
I stood at the high gate of Elini who wears a curving ornament,
the king of the Atiyar, he whose white umbrella is like the moon!
It was dawn and under the pale moonlight the dew was settling in.
Like the foot of a war elephant was the dark, one-eyed kinai drum
I held in my hand, and I drummed out a rhythm upon it and I sang,
“You have beaten down the formidable walls of fearsome kings
who refused you tribute and on every one of your great
battlefields......
Member poem of the day
Memories engulf my soul
Consumed in brighter future
A pool of hope swelling
Bubbling and rushing to drown me
Freely i surrender
Feeling the waves of faith
Bursting forth in hope sparkles
Tossing my world in unending possibilities
Forever let me be
Chained in everlasting hope
I wholeheartedly give myself
Till i fullfil my dreams
