The Flowerless Spring Oh spring! Beloved spring! Don’t ask me without flowers I and flowers are in the same vase Believe me! Believe me!! Oh spring! Dear spring! Don’t love me without love I and love are twins Trust me! Trust me!! Oh spring! Musical spring! Don’t invite me without the tune of dream I and tune live in heart Stay here! Stay here!! Oh spring! Sincere spring! Come here with words of heart Your words are my words Make me dreamy! Make me dreamy!! Oh spring! Caring spring! Hold my time with silver moon The moonlit nights are my pen’s verses Give your hand! Give your hand!! Oh spring! The queen of love l just miss you I need you to compose a poem Give me rain! Give me rainbow!! Oh spring! Lovely spring! Love is not in the rest Hear the song of the rivers Make me flowery! Make me flowery!! Oh spring! Sweetest spring! I need a tiny hut of poems We will get lost there To search the light of love. Bless me! Bless me!!
I hear the silence of the water in every morning walk.
A tree communicates with another tree through its roots and I feel their heart beat as I embrace that tree.
I belong to nature as nature lives under my skin.
I fly with the eagles.
I run with the lions.
I play with the elephants in the mud.
I am a bridge between the perfect and imperfect.
I am the image of the beauty and the dark.
As I am guilty for burning the tree without a warning.
I cut the trees and I make a home.
I eat the fishes on my plate.
I am the most dangerous animal of all and nature keeps supporting me in so many different and extraordinary ways.
That (is) the difference between human and nature.
I am not the creator but i am that little bee that trying for days to put the nectar in the nest of the Queen. I was only a small ant that was looking for food.
I am the perfect and imperfect nature that will become the Dreamland of every living being
I start to forgive this imperfect world and spread a new message of kindness and generosity.
Nature teaches me to be free but not greedy.
To be open but not manipulated.
To be the real me in any circumstances and accept my responsibilities.
Nature only teaches us how we can understand ourselves and become real.
The pureness is not easy but it is not impossible.
EVA Petropoulou Lianou
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Θέμα: Nature….. translation
_Natura_
Sento il silenzio dell’acqua in ogni passeggiata mattutina.
Un albero comunica con un altro albero attraverso le sue radici e sento il battito del suo cuore mentre abbraccio quell’albero.
Appartengo alla natura perché la natura vive sotto la mia pelle.
Volo con le aquile.
Corro con i leoni.
Gioco con gli elefanti nel fango.
Sono un ponte tra il perfetto e l’imperfetto.
Sono l’immagine della bellezza e dell’oscurità.
Come se fossi colpevole di bruciare l’albero senza preavviso.
Taglio gli alberi e mi costruisco una casa.
Mangio i pesci nel mio piatto.
Sono l’animale più pericoloso di tutti e la natura continua a sostenermi in tanti modi diversi e straordinari.
Questa è la differenza tra l’uomo e la natura.
Non sono il creatore, ma sono quella piccola ape che per giorni ha cercato di porre il nettare nel nido della regina. Ero solo una piccola formica in cerca di cibo.
Sono la natura perfetta e imperfetta che diventerà il mondo dei sogni di ogni essere vivente.
Comincio a perdonare questo mondo imperfetto e a diffondere un nuovo messaggio di gentilezza e generosità.
La natura mi insegna a essere libera ma non avida.
A essere aperta ma non manipolata.
A essere la vera me stessa in ogni circostanza e ad accettare le mie responsabilità.
La natura ci insegna solo come possiamo comprendere noi stessi e diventare una persona vera
There are so many things which turn irrelevant when they become outdated, and are, therefore, dusted out. It is very important for every young man to decide what is of relevance and what has lost it. Prioritizing is a very professional game in the present milieu, and even where things seem to be irrelevant, we make a list of the irrelevant, the more irrelevant and the most irrelevant. The most irrelevant things are considered obsolete, and then consigned to the dustbin. Our minds too have a trash box where we place most of the things which are not required in our daily transactions. Sometimes, when we have time, we sit and delete them.
The Relevantia
What is important for this society and, therefore, relevant? For a common man, the essential issues have often been associated with his living, his survival. When survival is assured, he starts thinking of living beautifully. Aesthetics comes in, when he has free time to think for himself. The third stage which often does not come in the case of majority of people [because the second phase draws on too long] is thinking dutifully. The second phase was the phase of self-decoration, self- enjoyment and self-improvement. In majority of cases, things stop here.
In fact, in case of millions of people, things stop with gaining a capability to make both ends meet. If they have shelter, a wife, a few kids, and work, they are satisfied. They can lead a life of eighty years without thinking a word about others. Religion plays a great role in keeping them subdued, and under fear of the gods, and it makes them do some good deeds also. If they do not think too much, it gives them a coarse happiness too. We can think of those also, who are born in torn families now a days, who do not have a home, who do not have siblings, who do not have complete set of parents, and who do not own a home [living on rent in flats] which means they have no permanent affiliation with any place. They belong to no village, no city, such is this age of transition and trans-movement. Those who are denied these basic certainties of life, often turn loose, and start their forays into the underworld. There is no one to check them. Parents can stop them, but parents, who are victims of this ‘surplus economy’ which denies them essential services, themselves indulge in wrongful deeds, and have no moral authority to stop their kids when they go astray.
What is relevant for the lowest strata? Food and a poisoned mind, against those who have everything. Those who can manage these foundational necessities, have a little bit time at their disposal, in which they try to make their living aesthetically fulfilling. Education, art, culture lend beauty and charm to people who have modest means, coupled with a hazy understanding of what they have and what they have lost. These people are thinking beautifully, and all their efforts are centred at their self.
Thinking Dutifully
The third phase sets in when people start thinking dutifully. If seventy percent people belong to the first category, twenty percent to the second, then only ten percent people are those who belong to the third category, the people who think dutifully. These are the people who have transcended the limiting boundaries of knowledge, and realized their interconnection with the superior forces of creation, which are benefic to all creation including animals, birds, and rivers, winds and mountains.
Darkness
These people know what is darkness. When the light has gone, and you are running for a matchstick, it is not darkness. Darkness is the absence of light. Even when you can see, still there are things which you do not see. This is darkness. If you see injustice before your eyes, and you move forward, this is a cryptic case of darkness. We have within us vast reserves of darkness. Education, knowledge, and all training which makes us insensitive to the created universe, add to the universal darkness.
If we look closely at ourselves, we will see how many of us are living, growing and dying in darkness. Light belongs to the Buddha. Light means you know what is where. If you become aware of your priorities, if you know what is necessary and what is unnecessary, you have light. Knowledge should have this property, but alas! Knowledge, as it is the preferred domain of the Devil, does not let us pass into the domain of light. It closes our mind to impulses which are divine in origin.
The Relevant and the Irrelevant
The milieu in which we are living is not the making of one day or of one person. Year after year, decade after decade, country after country, and leader after leader, have contributed to this collective blindness of human race to the impulses and urges which are divine. Knowledge, books, libraries and teachers are used to check all the sources of inspiration so that the reserves of natural wisdom among the students remain untapped, and ultimately go dry. Finally, we have to decide what is relevant for this milieu which has turned absolutely irreverent to the things which still have divinity around them. Here is a list of the irrelevancies which our young men can skip without hurting their career prospects. Tick out Parents. Tick out Teachers. Respecting parents or being obedient to them, tick it out. Knowledge is the most preferred item on the agenda. Wisdom, a dangerous proposition. Tick it off. Goodness, Honesty, Integrity – all apply brakes on your speed. Tick them out. Remember, this world basks in the glory of power, success, wealth and fame. Good bye to all great traditions of the past which believed in humanity, human dignity, human goodness, and godliness. If you consider yourself a good man, there is fear of your son or daughter moving you in the trash box. Beware!
Dr. Jernail Singh Anand, [the Seneca, Charter of Morava, Franz Kafka and Maxim Gorky award and Signs Peace Award Laureate, with an opus of 180 books, whose name adorns the Poets’ Rock in Serbia]] is a towering literary figure whose work embodies a rare fusion of creativity, intellect, and moral vision.
Of the rain ~~~~~~~ I am so grateful for the untimely rain And my waiting hours for sunshine For the twittering birds Listening to the most precious song of the hour They speak the glory of each and every flower Which were decorated beautifully With innumerable colorful butterflies And slowly the salt settles somewhere Where someone is lighting the diya every evening Yes the sun will come across gleaming Each and every morning
*Diya – small oil lamp
Cup of my tea
My cup of black tea lacks sugar Tastes so sweet filling me with life in every sip I don’t mix milk in my tea since long Well nothing happens without reason! Is it so ? Perhaps, who knows? I kept on filling one after another Until I realised, it was overflowing On a note rejection often sung in tables of cafeteria Unnoticed in some corner Blotting over the tissue paper So neglected is was every time! Until it became a sweetener So perfect it seemed only when I sipped and continue to sip Just for me!
In his unconditional love, he gave man thought to learn and progress.
Soon thought took over.
The man and woman began to
demand more, anger arose.
Little by little, they began to attack
all that was holy, the love from which
they were made, and the Truth that testified
to their existence. Anger threw
a stone at the truth, unable to bear its
ugly, distorted, evil face.
Then the lie appeared, wanting to humiliate
it and threw another stone.
Not knowing
to defend itself, the Truth sought refuge.
All this was seen by cunning, luring it
out of hiding, offering protection.
Sincere as it was, it believed, made
a mistake and came out. At that moment, Pride and Jealousy appear, now so distraught over their true face that they could not bear. The light is covered by darkness, ashamed of the naked, unprotected truth. Everyone wonders where God is, why the Creator allows everything to happen before His eyes. God is love, He gave us free will. Man is prone to abuse it, he can do whatever he wants for a while, but not for as long as he wants. Light is stronger than darkness, the truth will come out and show itself when the time comes. Until then, we are given free will to reconsider our actions.
Biography
Melita Mely Ratković
Born in Yugoslavia, married, mother of two sons. After the collapse of the state, from one of the former republics there, Croatia, she moved to Serbia, where she still lives today in the city of Novi Sad. She has been engaged in poetry since she was young, she is talented, she studies foreign languages and is engaged in translation.
Translator of Spanish, Portuguese, English, Bengali.
Profession and cultural activity: Literary ambassador of Serbia in Brazil and Spain.
Accredited as an international ambassador of the Circle of the International Chamber of Writers and Artists
CIESART
With the authority to initiate cultural activities authorized by the presidency of the Circle of Cultural Ambassadors in the World, non-profit, for the dissemination of the work, its author and its erudition, especially taking into account the altruism and peace of the people
She participated in the HYPERPOEM Anthology for the Guinness Book of Records
Participated in several anthologies, world heritage.
She was nominated as one of the 50 important women of Europe”
In Rome, Italy, on November 11 and 12, two very important events were held at the Pontifical Antonianum University _ the conference of world literary leaders of the “50 Important Women of Europe” project.
Global Federation of Leadership and High Intelligence
Winning the 2023 “Zheng Nian Cup” Literary Award Third Prize by the Beijing Mindfulness Literature Museum.
The winner
V PLATINUM EAGLE 2024
GLOBAL FEDERATION OF LEADERSHIP AND HIGH INTELLIGENCE
OFFICIAL DIPLOMA
WALHAC World Academy of Literature, Art and Culture
MIL MENTES POR MÉXICO Internacional
World Awards for Excellence
She is an immortal academician of the following academies:
INTERNATIONAL AMBASSADOR OF “GAONES” For Serbia,
(Gaonesa is a literary structure created by writer Edwin Antonio Gaona Salinas from Ecuador
AIAP – ACADEMIA INTERCONTINENTAL de Artistas y Poetas – Brazil
Academia Mundial de Cultura y Literatura AMCL – Brazil
Academia de Música y Literatura Artística – Brazil
Academia Democrática Independiente de Escritores y Poetas – Brazil
Biblioteca Mundial Academia de Letras y Poesía – Brazil
CILA Confraternidad Internacional de Literatura y Artes
ترجمة الشاعر المصري / أحمد فاروق بيضون
