A Jewel Poem by IRMA KURTI

It's the time of the fading of values,
of the loss of friends one by one,
just like the trees lose their leaves
as the season of autumn arrives.


This is the time of the angry people,
no one knows: with the moon or sun,
of the ones who cannot remain silent,
of those who speak, but say nothing.


Friends are so rare. You find one,
you are suspicious, it seems unreal,
you hold and squeeze it in your palm
as a revelation, just like a rare jewel.


You keep it with anguish and interest,
careful not to drop it from your hands,
but when you slowly open your fingers,
you discover that it is no longer there.


The regret, the affliction invades you,
you realize that you've held it tightly,
you condemn yourself, it's your fault,
unintentionally you have suffocated it.


Perhaps that's why you lost it,
because you adored that jewel...