Faruk Buzhala

Faruk Buzhala Poems

My house is a hundred years old
The wounds of time appear on the walls
Even though I have tried to repair you.
You are as beautiful as a monument of the past,
...

The chain of time was broken,
the space was divided in half.
...

I want to cry
to shed grief
that I have.
...

I carefully tread the meadows
looking at the ground
not to hurt the four-leaf clover
...

'' Two thousand years ago ended the voyage of the prophets''

People are left
at the crossroads of life
...

Faruk Buzhala Biography

Avant-garde and controversial poet who so far has not won any significant literary award! Author of five books that he could not sell any copies and had to donate to charities! He is a provincialist who claims to be a world-renowned poet! Lives and works in his hometown waiting for visa liberalization to take place and to travel outside the borders of his state!)

The Best Poem Of Faruk Buzhala

My House

My house is a hundred years old
The wounds of time appear on the walls
Even though I have tried to repair you.
You are as beautiful as a monument of the past,
I have lived and grown inside of you.

My hundred - year old house -
When it rains, why do you cry?
The roof and ceiling leak
And I …
Run with a bowl in my hands
To catch the tears.

Faruk Buzhala Comments

Faruk Buzhala Quotes

With new shoes you can't hide old footsteps.

I'm not jealous no, but I'm dying of jealousy.

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