POEM - BY THE WAYS OF PARADISE, POET - MAID CORBIC

 

BY THE WAYS OF PARADISE

Long ago as a boy I knew

Yes, my path is to create works

About which the world will be buzzing

But life is a difficult field above all

Which still makes people imagine themselves

In the sea of infinity and lies creating

Their speech and ways of treating others

Love is the strongest thing in the world to live by

Although she can also be so painful

Because the scenes that happen sometime before

They are still carried in the bottom of the soul on both sides

People being people, the Balkan atypical has become just that

Because love is a laughing stock to everyone

While at the bottom of the soul traces of hope

That hope remains that love is alive

And those tyrants are deliberately destroying it

Who think that love is an expensive car

A watch and other things

Love is written all over the dessert

Possibility of traveling positions

Much-needed love becomes sex

Which arises implicitly from the attitudes of immaturity

I walked the paths of Paradise and picked apples

Hoping that love still has ways

How to find your era of wisdom

But year after year I get disappointed

Because love is something that is used

Emotions and social position in time

When someone doesn't have his money, others laugh at him

Just because he's not like everyone else

And love has no limit, it comes

An honest person will find his way just then

When one least hopes and dreams

Because dreams never became unrealistic

Only if a man wants to be happy

The paths of Paradise will be followed and believed with the brain, not with the heart..

About the Poet:

Maid Corbic from Tuzla, 24 years old. In his spare time he writes poetry that repeatedly praised as well as rewarded. He also selflessly helps others around him, and he is moderator of the World Literature Forum WLFPH (World Literature Forum Peace and Humanity) for humanity and peace in the world.