The Open Up Call Poem by dejen kidane
The Open Up Call
Beautiful words may carry away a painful curse.
And it is known but often forgotten
The word ‘life’ can’t be lived, nor can it be shared.
But a journey through the ink seems to be boundless.
While it makes you a life spectator,
Builds a thin wall that seems to be thick in your mind
Blocking the gateway to life’s experience
May be it is your mind, the curfew to your liberty
Giving you reasons to stay, which are rooted from its fear.
Life is out there
And you are the fringe
Open up! ! !
Dejen kidane. (Praxis)
October 2007
Asmara Eritrea
Beautiful way to express. Nicely narrated. deserves 10++++
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I would like to translate this poem
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4/26/2024 12:15:40 AM # 1.0.0.1119
This is very good Dejen. I poem well written and with a sound message about 'doing' rather than 'talking about it'. I particularly enjoyed your phrase: 'But a journey through the ink seems to be boundless.' A highly original and arresting expression. love, Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥