MILKA MINKOVA

 

 

Freedom

 

Freedom!

Like a clear river,

your words flow freely without fear.

You are a man, not a slave!

You wake up every morning

with a smile on his face,

in the soul light warms you...

You walk freely

through life's path,

glad you're human and not a slave.

Daytime sky with sun

shines,

stars shining at night,

heart filled with love,

you hear melodious birdsong,

the smell of a grain ear and

floral colors....

There is no sound of bombardment,

crying and whining.

The breeze rustles softly even in the early dawn,

singing the ode of joy,

the ode to peace and freedom.

You are a man, not a slave!

Live in your own way

and remain a person without prejudices,

freely moving towards the future

 

The Eyes... Mirror Of The Soul

 

Dear child, the eyes see each other,

but are silent,

they have vision, but not words.

They keep the secret of what they saw in their pupil.

If you look at them

you learn their language,

you will easily guess the secret they hide

and the soul of man you know.

When you see them shining with a pearly luster,

and pearly tears flow,

so, the soul is warm and gentle

rays of light warm her,

joy and happiness are in it

sow.

But if you see them, my child,

how the lids hang over them,

the pearly luster of the tears is gone,

then dear child, that's it

tears of sorrow.

The soul is overflowing with sorrows,

from pain and sorrow

a dark saga ran through the character.

Sometimes they will dance,

that dance they are doing is an omen,

ever for good

sometimes bad

and you, dear child

you have to guess

which eye, which dance he plays.

It's different for everyone,

because the eyes are a mirror

of the soul.

So sweet child,

if you don't know the man,

look him in the eyes.

Without a word,

they will tell you all the secrets

they keep in their pupils.

 

Beginning Of A New Chapter

 

I will untie the damars

loaded with nostalgia,

i will replace every part

with joy,

to reveal your smile with light.

Your silence will resonate

hoping for a new beginning.

I will collect all your tears,

I will make them into a magic potion,

with which I will heal all your wounds.

I will restore hope,

faith,

with which like a phoenix

I will raise you from the abyss of darkness,

I will hold you in a warm embrace,

I will tame your wounded soul.

You will gently listen to the hum of my heart,

humming the ode of joy....

The damars will shine

like pearls white...

ah, your lips are hot

with the smell of ripe strawberries

I will love them gently,

beauty queen

i will remove the nostalgia.

I will hug you tight

for a new beginning,

new love,

the beginning of a new chapter

of your life

Fused with my life

 

MILKA MINKOVA

 

MILKA MINKOVA: Poet and writer for children and adults. For her work, she has received numerous domestic and foreign awards, including the Rabindranath Tagore Award three years in a row. She participates and is represented in numerous domestic and foreign anthologies.