MELKIE
ADMASSU BOGALE
Liberia
Liberia, Symbol of emancipation,
You closed
the Door of No Return
That drained
brothers countless
That they had to labor, sweet and burn
In the plantations atrocious,
And opened the Door of Return
For limbs
sans shackle to come in.
Then, why these
uniformed men?
To keep your peace?
Lavish are your woods,
In which wildlife
abounds
Fertile is your soil,
That grows
rice, coffee ,
Rubber and
palm tree.
Affluent are your great waters
That flow fish full to the edges.
Why then
calling for a ’ keeper of peace’
Does peace
not reside in the abundance?
Melkie
Admassu Bogale, 2007, Monrovia, Liberia.
I Died Heart Broken
My archenemy’s dagger
I felt not
When it stabbed my chest
And cut the throat
A tiny needle of a dear friend,
However, with a little prickin’
On the skin
from behind,
Made me die heartbroken.
Melkie Admassu Bogale , 2008, Aksum,
Ethiopia.
My Love Is True
Like this soil
That has
failed
Not a
single
Tilling generation,
Like that mountain,
Which has
stood tall
For years a million,
True is my love.
Like the
sun, the moon,
And the stars,
The brightest and
Fairest eyes
Of the endless universe,
True is my love.
Like the smoldering fire,
The freezing ice, and
The blissful Heaven
Higher and above,
True is my
love.
Melkie Admassu Bogale , 2018,
Gondar ,Ethiopia.
MELKIE ADMASSU BOGALE
MELKIE ADMASSU
BOGALE, born on 31 May 1983 in
Ethiopia, is an assistant professor of Literature in English at the Department of
English Language and Literature, University of Gondar, Gondar, Ethiopia. Also,
he works as a freelance editor, proofreader, translator, interpreter and
English Language and soft skills
trainer. Mr. Melkie writes poems, reviews and analyses. His poems are mostly drawn from his personal experience. Some of his works, including poems, were
published on reputed journals like POETCRIT, an international refereed
bi-annual Journal of Literary Criticism and Contemporary Poetry
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