Millosh Gjergj Nikolla
Millosh Gjergj Nikolla Poems
|1.||Autumn On Parade||8/25/2012|
|8.||Song Of Youth||8/25/2012|
|9.||Song Of Nobel Grief||8/25/2012|
|12.||Under The Banners Of Melancholy||8/25/2012|
|13.||Poem Of Poverty||8/25/2012|
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Poem Of Poverty
Poverty, brothers, is a mouthful that's hard to swallow,
A bite that sticks in your throat and leaves you in sorrow,
When you watch the pale faces and rheumy eyes
Observing you like ghosts and holding out thin hands;
Behind you they lie, stretched out
Their whole lives through, until the moment of death.
Above them in the air, as if in disdain,
Crosses and stony minarets pierce the sky,
Prophets and saints in many colours radiate splendour.
And poverty feels betrayed.
Poverty carries its own vile imprint,
It is hideous, repulsive, disgusting.
The brow ...