Poetry from Maja Milojkovic

Younger middle aged white woman with long blonde hair, glasses, and a green top and floral scarf and necklace.
Maja Milojkovic
MOTHER, INDIA!
 
You touch my heart with the melody of the flute, 
tears flow for the One 
who has inhabited my heart forever; 
wherever I am, 
He does not leave, 
He has tied my soul with the silver thread of the moon, 
I long to go, 
and only death can bring us closer; 
so I die again and again to meet you in a red sari 
on the sacred ground in Dvaraka 
I wait for you to wink at me, 
just You and I 
and we will meet there 
where witnesses have been sleeping for centuries, 
in the eternal city under the sea. 
Oh Mother India, you call me... 
Oh Dvaraka, city of my wedding, 
I am coming to you.


Maja Milojković was born in 1975 in Zaječar, Serbia.
She is a person to whom from an early age, Leonardo da Vinci's statement "Painting is poetry that can be seen, and poetry is painting that can be heard" is circulating through the blood.
That's why she started to use feathers and a brush and began to reveal the world and herself to them.
As a poet, she is represented in numerous domestic and foreign literary newspapers, anthologies and electronic media, and some of her poems can be found on YouTube.
Many of her poems have been translated into English, Hungarian, Bengali and Bulgarian due to the need of foreign readers.
She is the recipient of many international awards.
"Trees of Desire" is her second collection of poems in preparation, which is preceded by the book of poems "Moon Circle". 
She is a member of the International Society of Writers and Artists "Mountain Views" in Montenegro, and she also is a member of the Poetry club "Area Felix" in Serbia.

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