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Kari Krenn, ARGENTINA
DAYS WITHOUT GODS
There are days when the world
is stubborn about the future
and maybe indifference
be the common language
of mortals ...
The poet
with sting
in your question:
In which artery of silence
Are the sounds escaping?
Those who keep quiet
where the eyes start
who suffers.
Of those who take shortcuts,
not to look at tribulations
and make excuses
to blame the poor.
Every man is a dream
after his name
(although not all
They are allowed).
Do not ask,
poet,
do not bother
the moral,
with your wounded poetry ...
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BIOGRAPHY
Before being thought,
I vibrated,
next to the first beat
from the earth.
I pierced the catacombs
of the times,
cohabiting between dreams
of my ancestors.
From the four cardinal points,
in the suburbs of their souls,
I was weaving
and the cycle of all the moons
they randomly silenced,
and made way for me.
I know.
It was written.
Eternity took shelter
in my atoms
and a past nostalgia,
it escaped me in a breath.
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উত্তরমুছুনNice writing ..... May Goddess Durga bless you with health , wealth and lots of prosperity. Thanks for participating in the poetry festival