SAN GIUSTO
Trieste, march 2019.
He put his arm around my shoulders and led me through the small door to Bottega del Nonno
- La Veglia di Finnegan, se ne hai una?
Then we walked along one of the narrow streets towards the castle of San Giusto.
He was holding a book in his right hand all the time, his veins were swollen,
And he would hold my forearm with his left when we were climbing.
I felt so safe, as if the Lord had placed all the power in his hands.
(Actually, this could be a poem about his hands.
How I loved his hands!)
"I am forever trapped, walking along the river, always returning to the castle..." – he quoted.
- That life until now was a sketch drawn with a graphite pencil, the fragments of which we will
be able to erase, and what is inside us are colors. Let's start painting!
I looked for a moment at the sidewalks where the weeds had grown, and then at his big eyes where
the darkness had grown.
The wind opened around us,
The guards fell asleep long ago,
The walls grew like giants,
Distant history played with our depths,
And it seemed insignificant to us
Compared to this one that is just starting.
Azemina Krehić was born on October 14, 1992 in Metković, Republic of Croatia.
Winner of several international awards for poetry, including:
Award of university professors in Trieste, 2019.,
„Mak Dizdar“ award, 2020.
Award of the Publishing Foundation of the Federation of Bosnia and Herzegovina, 2021.
„Fra Martin Nedić“ Award, 2022.
She is represented in several international anthologies of poetry.
Mercy
One day a boy named Sam was going door to door,
Because he was very poor.
He was selling his goods to continue his study,
Doing this he became thirsty.
He planned to get a house at last,
Seeing a beautiful woman from a house he afraid fast.
For this he told to bring a glass of water instead of food,
Seeing the facial expression, the women brought as she could.
She brought a glass of milk instead of water,
For this sympathy to him, he thanked her.
After a few years, the woman was too sick,
No native doctor could treat.
She was referred to a reputed hospital,
Dr. Sam Kaily found her unnatural.
He recognized her at a glance,
He determined to recover her at any way
Dr.Sam Kaily said the receptionist to give the bill-sheet,
Writing something at one side and send it.
Being afraid, the woman opened the bill,
She seemed it could be heavy like a hill.
But there was one word,
I am the little Sam, Mercy of Lord.
Don't afraid about your bill,
It is only a glass of milk.
Robiul Awal Esa is a 1st year student of Diploma in Nursing Science & Midwifery Course in Government Nursing Institue, Chapainawabganj, Bangladesh.
Love of Family
A family is a sacred bond,
A love that always strong.
In a moment of joy and sorrow,
They will be there for you.
A place to feel safe and secure,
A love that always endures.
A bond that will never break,
A love that will always be great.
Wazed Abdullah is a student of grade 8 in Harimohan Government High School, Chapainawabganj, Bangladesh.
In a Day of Spring
Spring is a season of beauty
It comes after the dry winter
To remove all the dryness of nature
And make happy the nature.
Spring is the charming season of nature
It is called the king of all seasons
In this season,
The entire nature makes her so beautiful
The beauty is not possible to explain in words
In a day of spring,
I was walking through the open field
New leaves and flowers grown on the trees
The flowers spread their fragrance
That blows my mind
Many types of birds flying in the sky
If I could be one of the birds
I would fly in the sky! and
Had gone through many new places
By exploring the beauty of nature.
Don Bormon is a student of grade 8 in Harimohan Government High School, Chapainawabganj, Bangladesh.
VERTEBRATE EVOLUTION
You, sweet guest at a sugared feast,
soon may just be dust in a seared waste.
Today I carry the lash
but tomorrow wear the leash.
Fates and fortunes shift and swerve.
Voices drift from noise to verse.
Some of us skeletons shall end as relics.
A QUESTION OF BEAUTY
Are you, my dear, a sloth,
agnostic of appearance?
Maybe your self's a ghost
and you depend on your clothes.
Your beauty, inherent
or of workmanship a boast?
PANTHEON
Whose slaves are we and the world?
Maya's
Dreams of tomorrows
children:
twirl with the Milky Way,
Vishnu,
feast on wine and bread,
Jesus,
and die and die and die
Buddha,
among the stones and sand and stars.
Allah....
AT YOUR GATE
Be careful! There's a charmer
who's smiling at your gate.
He may be selling dharma,
he may be selling hate.
It may be he's a Witness
or one with a hit list.
He may be selling makeup,
he may be selling plates.
Or you may be a Jacob
who's wrestling with your fate.
ADAM AND EVE AND ENTROPY
But Newton's
apple tree
took root,
bore fruit
as infinity's
axle tree.
My universe
comprises
my consciousness.
But for a part
of the heart
of time
we entwined--
your universe
and mine
embraced,
shared space.
Your-near-my-far
showed no gulf
until time--
diamond mine
studded with stars--
time -- swallowed itself.
Our universe,
our consciousness,
exited existence.
But galaxies
of progeny
expanded eternity.
COMMUNION
God gave us our nakedness,
the bulge and curves
that enmuse and then infuse
the poet's words.
And so, as now we embrace
infinity,
I don't ask you to undress
virginity
but request you to address
divinity.
She doesn’t know it, yet
She doesn’t know, yet
But one day she’ll, know
What it means, to die
And be reborn, beautiful she will be
She’ll spread her wings, fly
But she doesn’t know it yet
She doesn’t know it yet
But she will be, the butterfly
That she cried over, when she squashed it beneath her shoe
She doesn’t know it yet, the butterfly
Survived, and flew off
Afraid, but alive
How alive, was she
When she found her own kingdom by the sea
But she doesn’t know it yet
How unlike everyone I’ve ever met
My beautiful, darling Annabel Lee
can't talk my teen self
out of that second date
father paradox
-----
Cinderella
married the Prince
maid's tight dress
-----
Ice Age wanes
every generation
the village moves
the last midden still
visible at low tide
not the graves
-----
Mom and Dad's
Pleistocene honeymoon
born 10,000 years late
