Darpan || Poetry || Slavka Bozovic ( Montenegro)

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পোস্ট বার দেখা হয়েছে

Montenegro, my house

I am a proud Montenegrina

I say this with pride to everyone

From the pupil of my eye

My homeland shines.

Oh, dear heroic land

Leaning on the side of the sea

You came out of a fierce battle

There is nothing more beautiful in the world than you.

I love the hills, I love the fields

And the stone claims what adorns you

And the heavens I love yours

You are my favorite house.

Montenegro, a villa between countries

Glory shines from your forehead

And when darkness covers you

You are my holiest house.

I love your old tear

When tradition soaks the soul

And a chandeliers on the altar

Which brightens every wound.

I love your ore dawns

And rivers and bridges

I love your honorable people

I love my brothers, my Falcons.

Montenegro Mother dear

I carry you deep in my heart

Wherever I go I spread my wings

I'm proud of your name.

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Stay hidden

We met somewhere between illusions and dreams

Where the celestial spindles cut the system

In a whirlwind of magic we reached the moon's roof

Sneaking through the rhymes far away from mine.

We recognize each other where you left off in the middle of your mind

As you lustfully listened to my songs notes

The moment the cunning moon stole our emotions

Splashing us with the tide to the highest elevation.

Remain still hidden among the moon's pupils

I'll keep your composure, I swore to that

My outlines are a solid shield do not give in to change

Follow the melody of my heart, everything is said in it.

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Far happiness

I often feel you in the corner of my heart

I'm always looking for you in moments of loneliness

I am writing to you, breaking the silence

Then my mind embraces your shadow.

Honey, open the door of your dreams

I will approach you gently like a bird of paradise

I will heal your soul, it will be like new

I will use my lips to remove wrinkles from your face.

I want to hug you with gentle hands

In my heart, your image will not fade

Fingers, they want to caress your contours

For beautiful memories until our hair turns gray.

Maybe I'm not normal or you're my punishment

Longing overwhelms me when midnight comes

It hurts under my ribs, where your shadow is

I finally realize that you are my distant happiness.

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The smell of lilac 

And this May reminds me of him

when I walk down the alley at dusk

I am attracted by the smell of intoxicating flowers

where he was waiting for me under the lilacs.

Memories are awakened, images return

while the breeze waves its branches

he would hug me gently, whisper softly

with his other hand he chose blue bouquets.

He knew I loved those intoxicating flowers

and from the petals to drink his dew

he adorned my chest with bouquets of happiness

the scent ruffled in my lush hair.

He would weave a wreath and put it on his hair

lovely blue lilac flower

I still keep it and carry it in my heart

remembering the love of his youth.

I also hold a small canvas bag

where all our desires remained woven

they introduced blue lilac petals

and dear memories do not fade in the heart.

Longing overwhelms me and I close my eyes

my soul is constricted

my eye stings

love hurts me, wound hurts me

whenever I stop under a lilac.