By Lieutenant Colonel John McCrae, MD (1872-1918) (Canadian Army)
In Flanders Fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns Read more…
By Bulleh Shah
Every moment love’s a new surge of spring
The lesson of love-rapture when first I read
The mosque my heart began to dread
Into the Thakur’s abode I fled
Where a thousand conches sing
Every moment love’s a Read more…
It’s Going to Rain
Valdemar Kalinin
It’s about to rain, getting darker,
The leaves have long fallen from the trees,
Leaving desolation where just an old man
Roams,
Picking handfuls of earth where Roma
Perished.
During this war Nazis shot them dead,
Roma seized Read more…