Readers’ Poem: Verwirrung, By: Ritwik Balo

“Epoch after Epoch, Man from womb awoke

Crawled, learned to walk, ran and spoke

Lit the fire, made the wheel, wore the cloak

Invented and believed in Gods to invoke

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He learned Science, he learned to write

He stared at the night stars in delight

He sang and wrote of all beauty in sight

He strove, Night after Day, and Day after Night

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But whereto then is man headed for?

Heaven, Hell, or Earth-what is he to adore?

How is he to live, who with be allied?

What laws of this vast paradox should he abide?

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To learn to live is but the Sole purpose of life

For this and nothing else are our lives to strive”

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~*~ The Charge of the Light Brigade~*~ By: – Alfred Lord Tennyson (1809-1892)

HALF a league, half a league,

Half a league onward,

All in the valley of Death

Rode the six hundred.

‘Forward, the Light Brigade!

Charge for the guns!’ he said;

Into the valley of Death

Rode the six hundred.

‘Forward, the Light Brigade!’

Was there a man dismay’d?

Not tho’ the soldier knew

Some one had blunder’d:

Their’s not to make reply,

Their’s not to reason why,

Their’s but to do and die:

Into the valley of Death

Rode the six hundred.

Cannon to right of them,

Cannon to left of them,

Cannon in front of them

Volley’d and thunder’d;

Storm’d at with shot and shell,

Boldly they rode and well,

Into the jaws of Death,

Into the mouth of Hell

Rode the six hundred.

Flash’d all their sabres bare,

Flash’d as they turn’d in air,

Sabring the gunners there,

Charging an army, while

All the world wonder‘d:

Plunged in the battery-smoke

Right thro’ the line they broke;

Cossack and Russian

Reel’d from the sabre-stroke

Shatter’d and sunder’d.

Then they rode back, but not,

Not the six hundred.

Cannon to right of them,

Cannon to left of them,

Cannon behind them

Volley’d and thunder’d;

Storm’d at with shot and shell,

While horse and hero fell,

They that had fought so well

Came thro’ the jaws of Hell,

All that was left of them,

Left of six hundred.

When can their glory fade?

O the wild charge they made!

All the world wonder’d.

Honour the charge they made!

Honour the Light Brigade,

Noble six hundred!

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Readers’ Poem: WHENEVER IT WILL RAIN, by: Deepika Bhatnagar

The morning sky was filled with

Warm sunshine.

The day appeared so bright

Because of which my heart today

 Was feeling unusually light.

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The pain was not felt anymore

And the eyes were no longer sore

I was happy that

Finally those memories are vanished

And your thoughts

Would no longer be relinquished

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Suddenly the sky turned dark

And was covered with

Lightening and spark

Then it started to rain

And those raindrops  fell

directly on my pain .

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Wounds which were earlier covered

By the sand of time.

within the heart of mine .

Seemed to unveil again

Due to that cruel rain ,

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That is when I realised

That my soul is still tied

Your memories still stood along my side

No matter how hard

I may try to hide.

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And whenever it will rain

I will always be reminded of the pain

Your memories I could not forget ever

May it be today, tomorrow?

Or forever …!!

Congratulations, Deepika! Quite poignantly expressed emotions. Keep on writing, and sharing your work. Best wishes for your future literary endeavors.

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In the Long Run, By: Ella Wheeler Wilcox

IN the long run fame finds the deserving man.

 The lucky wight may prosper for a day,

But in good time true merit leads the van,

And vain pretense, unnoticed, goes its way.

There is no Chance, no Destiny, no Fate,

But Fortune smiles on those who work and wait,

             In the long run.

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In the long run all goodly sorrow pays,

 There is no better thing than righteous pain,

The sleepless nights, the awful thorn-crowned days,

Bring sure reward to tortured soul and brain.

Unmeaning joys enervate in the end,

But sorrow yields a glorious dividend

             In the long run.

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In the long run all hidden things are known,

 The eye of truth will penetrate the night,

And good or ill, thy secret shall be known,

However well ‘t is guarded from the light.

All the unspoken motives of the breast

Are fathomed by the years and stand confest

             In the long run.

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In the long run all love is paid by love,

 Though undervalued by the hosts of earth;

The great eternal Governemnt above

Keeps strict account and will redeem its worth.

Give thy love freely; do not count the cost;

So beautiful a thing was never lost

             In the long run.

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A Little Song of Life, By: Lizette Woodworth Reese (Jan 9, 1856 – Dec 17, 1935)

GLAD that I live am I;

That the sky is blue;

Glad for the country lanes,

And the fall of dew.

After the sun the rain;

After the rain the sun;

This is the way of life,

Till the work be done.

All that we need to do,

Be we low or high,

Is to see that we grow

Nearer the sky.

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THE LADY OF SHALOTT, By: ALFRED, LORD TENNYSON

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     Part I.

On either side the river lie

Long fields of barley and of rye,

That clothe the wold and meet the sky;

And thro’ the field the road runs by

  To many-tower’d Camelot;

And up and down the people go,

Gazing where the lilies blow

Round an island there below,

  The island of Shalott.

Willows whiten, aspens quiver,

Little breezes dusk and shiver

Thro’ the wave that runs for ever

By the island in the river

  Flowing down to Camelot.

Four gray walls, and four gray towers,

Overlook a space of flowers,

And the silent isle imbowers

  The Lady of Shalott.

By the margin, willow-veil’d

Slide the heavy barges trail’d

By slow horses; and unhail’d

The shallop flitteth silken-sail’d

  Skimming down to Camelot:

But who hath seen her wave her hand?

Or at the casement seen her stand?

Or is she known in all the land,

  The Lady of Shalott?

Only reapers, reaping early

In among the bearded barley,

Hear a song that echoes cheerly

From the river winding clearly,

  Down to tower’d Camelot:

And by the moon the reaper weary,

Piling sheaves in uplands airy,

Listening, whispers “‘Tis the fairy

  Lady of Shalott.”

     Part II.

There she weaves by night and day

A magic web with colours gay.

She has heard a whisper say,

A curse is on her if she stay

  To look down to Camelot.

She knows not what the curse may be,

And so she weaveth steadily,

And little other care hath she,

  The Lady of Shalott.

And moving thro’ a mirror clear

That hangs before her all the year,

Shadows of the world appear.

There she sees the highway near

  Winding down to Camelot:

There the river eddy whirls,

And there the surly village-churls,

And the red cloaks of market girls,

  Pass onward from Shalott.

Sometimes a troop of damsels glad,

An abbot on an ambling pad,

Sometimes a curly shepherd-lad,

Or long-hair’d page in crimson clad,

  Goes by to tower’d Camelot;

And sometimes thro’ the mirror blue

The knights come riding two and two:

She hath no loyal knight and true,

  The Lady of Shalott.

But in her web she still delights

To weave the mirror’s magic sights,

For often thro’ the silent nights

A funeral, with plumes and lights

  And music, went to Camelot:

Or when the moon was overhead,

Came two young lovers lately wed;

“I am half-sick of shadows,” said

  The Lady of Shalott.

     Part III.

A bow-shot from her bower-eaves,

He rode between the barley-sheaves,

The sun came dazzling thro’ the leaves,

And flamed upon the brazen greaves

  Of bold Sir Lancelot.

A redcross knight for ever kneel’d

To a lady in his shield,

That sparkled on the yellow field,

  Beside remote Shalott.

The gemmy bridle glitter’d free,

Like to some branch of stars we see

Hung in the golden Galaxy.

The bridle-bells rang merrily

  As he rode down to Camelot:

And from his blazon’d baldric slung

A mighty silver bugle hung,

And as he rode his armour rung,

  Beside remote Shalott.

All in the blue unclouded weather

Thick-jewell’d shone the saddle-leather,

The helmet and the helmet-feather

Burn’d like one burning flame together,

  As he rode down to Camelot.

As often thro’ the purple night,

Below the starry clusters bright,

Some bearded meteor, trailing light,

  Moves over still Shalott.

His broad clear brow in sunlight glow’d;

On burnish’d hooves his war-horse trode;

From underneath his helmet flow’d

His coal-black curls as on he rode,

  As he rode down to Camelot.

From the bank and from the river

He flash’d into the crystal mirror,

“Tirra lirra,” by the river

  Sang Sir Lancelot.

She left the web, she left the loom,

She made three paces thro’ the room,

She saw the water-lily bloom,

She saw the helmet and the plume,

  She look’d down to Camelot.

Out flew the web and floated wide;

The mirror crack’d from side to side;

“The curse is come upon me,” cried

  The Lady of Shalott.

     Part IV.

In the stormy east-wind straining,

The pale-yellow woods were waning,

The broad stream in his banks complaining,

Heavily the low sky raining

  Over tower’d Camelot;

Down she came and found a boat

Beneath a willow left afloat,

And round about the prow she wrote

  The Lady of Shalott.

And down the river’s dim expanse–

Like some bold seër in a trance,

Seeing all his own mischance–

With a glassy countenance

  Did she look to Camelot.

And at the closing of the day

She loosed the chain, and down she lay;

The broad stream bore her far away,

  The Lady of Shalott.

Lying, robed in snowy white

That loosely flew to left and right–

The leaves upon her falling light–

Thro’ the noises of the night

  She floated down to Camelot:

And as the boat-head wound along

The willowy hills and fields among,

They heard her singing her last song,

  The Lady of Shalott.

Heard a carol, mournful, holy,

Chanted loudly, chanted lowly,

Till her blood was frozen slowly,

And her eyes were darken’d wholly,

  Turn’d to tower’d Camelot;

For ere she reach’d upon the tide

The first house by the water-side,

Singing in her song she died,

  The Lady of Shalott.

Under tower and balcony,

By garden-wall and gallery,

A gleaming shape she floated by,

A corse between the houses high,

  Silent into Camelot.

Out upon the wharfs they came,

Knight and burgher, lord and dame,

And round the prow they read her name,

  The Lady of Shalott.

Who is this? and what is here?

And in the lighted palace near

Died the sound of royal cheer;

And they cross’d themselves for fear,

  All the knights at Camelot:

But Lancelot mused a little space;

He said, “She has a lovely face;

God in his mercy lend her grace,

  The Lady of Shalott.”

So what do you think about this poem? Does it just tell a story? Or is it an allegory as some people believe?

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~*~The Solitary Reaper~*~ William Wordsworth. 1770–1850

If ever I seek to find my own reflection in a verse, then the first four lines of this beautiful poem are most likely where I’ll have to face it. I just hope if the first few lines are true, the last two of the same stanza would prove true too and the song that I’m trying to sing would be borne on the wings of wind and spread far and wide.

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BEHOLD her, single in the field,

  Yon solitary Highland Lass!

Reaping and singing by herself;

  Stop here, or gently pass!

Alone she cuts and binds the grain,                  5

And sings a melancholy strain;

O listen! for the Vale profound

Is overflowing with the sound.

No Nightingale did ever chaunt

  More welcome notes to weary bands    10

Of travellers in some shady haunt,

  Among Arabian sands:

A voice so thrilling ne’er was heard

In spring-time from the Cuckoo-bird,

Breaking the silence of the seas                  15

Among the farthest Hebrides.

Will no one tell me what she sings?—

  Perhaps the plaintive numbers flow

For old, unhappy, far-off things,

  And battles long ago:     20

Or is it some more humble lay,

Familiar matter of to-day?

Some natural sorrow, loss, or pain,

That has been, and may be again?

Whate’er the theme, the Maiden sang    25

  As if her song could have no ending;

I saw her singing at her work,

  And o’er the sickle bending;—

I listen’d, motionless and still;

And, as I mounted up the hill,      30

The music in my heart I bore,

Long after it was heard no more.

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~*~ Last Sonnet ~*~ By: – John Keats

          BRIGHT Star, would I were steadfast as thou art—

          Not in lone splendour hung aloft the night,

          And watching, with eternal lids apart,

          Like Nature’s patient sleepless Eremite,

          The moving waters at their priest-like task

          Of pure ablution round earth’s human shores,

          Or gazing on the new soft-fallen mask

          Of snow upon the mountains and the moors—

          No—yet still steadfast, still unchangeable,

          Pillow’d upon my fair love’s ripening breast,

          To feel for ever its soft fall and swell,

          Awake for ever in a sweet unrest,

              Still, still to hear her tender-taken breath,

              And so live ever—or else swoon to death.

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