In The City Of A Cloud Poem by Ndue Ukaj

In the city of a cloud



In the city of cloud everything is different.
Thoughts are enclosed just as our deception through statues.
There flowers live a life of bushes,
And within them dance freely only insects
My God,
The city of cloud has its narrow streets,
And its thoughts are narrow
And the song of Hallelujah is not heard.

There is no room for exhaustion
Through exhausted feet is extended
And the word tries in vain to defend the corrupt dignity.


Spiders have set their webs
And rudiments of a mind are turned into a night romance, romance of time.


In the city of cloud the theater's lights are shut
And shows are made under the pressure of candles that fight with darkness
Poetry is read in the corners of sorrow
Where only dogs with flees walk in quietness.
Where nastiness of politics has ruined everything,
Up to the birds sounds and kisses of loved ones.

In the city of clouds, dust has covered flowers.
And in the middle there is a lake of ignorance
Where freedom and war have no borders,
Where poetry and non-poetry have no borders.

Where there are stolen many pains
That run through the sky and turned into food
For the hungry stomach of politics.
Just as our solitude through vibrating legs
That is disrupted in flooded roads
With men walking endlessly,

With men walking endlessly.
Since then it begun to be miss counted,
Since then it begun to be bent,
Since then it begun to turn into evil
In the city is felt the sky's lack "city of God."