ELVIRA KUJOVIC

ELVIRA KUJOVIC

SYRIA IS CRYING

If i were an eagle

my wide wide wings

would carry me there,

where nobody wants to go.

There, were every morning dark is as an evening,

there were the man kills the man, oh man,

there were the tears are flowing as a river

and blood is more red as usual.

There were the child is crying for the father

and for her son, is crying a mother,

a wise man is crying for the truth

and nobody leaving there in the peace

or in the good mood.

Damascus roses are not smelling any more

and the lovers do not lovingly sigh,

there where the gate Bab –Tuma

silent is, and destroyed.

There, where once the people met

each other and loved,

but there is no one

and all the people are disappeared

they  are all gone.

Nobody met each other nowhere,

not in the mosque

even in the church to pray.

There is human pride treading

and it, does not hurt anyone.

There, are nice eyes grey,

buried in the clay.

But I want to go there

through empty street

I want to walk there and sing

the love songs and prayer.

Please don’t kill each other

please don’t kill us any more.

Please come back at home my child,

because without you,

your mother’s heart

is already dead.

The roses can not exist

without briar,

and you have to know

that is better to die

on the doorstep of your own

holding a lovely hand,

than to die in the foreign land.

Syria cries and bags

please come back at home

without my children is hurting me

the heart of my own.

2015

THE LAST FLAME

The last flame burns

Before everything

calms down,

the smoke dies slowly,

my conscience is spreading,

and the sorrow is overwhelming me.

Why does it always have to burn

and smell like the ash

before anything changes?

Is the burning

some kind of

a change?

The burning

of the time,

of the feelings,

of the heart,

and a man.

The last flame

of life burns

before we go.

2015

LIFE

Life is sometimes

like a birch without leaves,

transparent and grey

just the twitter of the birds

recalls on the new springs

and that the new beginnings.

Beginnings never terminate,

everything that begins

again and again,

lasts for ever.

Springs come

one after the other

and it’s beautiful to await them.

Each bird knows that,

each Butterfly

and each bee.

2017

ELVIRA KUJOVIC

ELVIRA KUJOVIC was born in Novi Pazar –Serbia. She is living in Germany and writing in two languages. She is a mother of three children, started to write in 2013 and issued two books of poems.The first book was published in Berlin in 2016 and bears the name (Ein Gedicht schreit auf aus meiner Brust)The second book is published in Belgrade –Serbia and bears the name (Love and fear). Her poetry won an award for poetry in Italy. Her poems are translated in many world languages, especially English,Italian, Mandarin, Serbian. Her new books in English, Italian, Mandarin so as her new german book will be published 2018.