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Desire (QASIDA) – A Poem Written by Caroline Laurent Turunc

Desire (QASIDA)

Written by Caroline Laurent Turunc

 

O generosity and grace, black waters run down of my mother’s knees
proclaims his dark kingdom in the depths of the plains.
Mind and ideas are ground like flour between two millstones that have fallen into the hands of those who have not had their share of humanity;
The hills are far from good, far from peace, longing for power, victory and creativity,
O glorious, creative, formative, beneficial, regulating, compassionate, generous, rewarding
far from everyone, close to everyone,
The tulips are crushed, the cry of pain from the footsteps of the oppressors breaks my heart.”
The oppressors of oppression cry out with joy.
The rivers are shallow and dark, common sense embraced misery
Hungry Wolves eat all the food on the table until it cracks.
Like executioners, they fell to the glory of the sultanate,
who do not hesitate to be seen everywhere every day,
With those who think nothing but their lust and are indifferent to every sound.
Messy, insensitive people who don’t learn from any mistakes,
They wither the carnations of the younger generation,
O the most generous of the generous,
the most generous of donors,
who sends the winds, creates the mornings,
See these rivers rustle,
see the silence of the falling leaves”
Swallows are tired, sweating as if they are carrying the weight of the world on their wings.
“Preparation for difficult times”, guardian of solitude, dear comrade in solitude, benefactor in blessed times “,
All roads flutter in a cloud of dust trapped in the arms of despair,
The support of the unsupported, the accumulation of the unsupported, the shelter of the unsupported,
protector of those who have no protector,
The treasure of the one who has no treasure,
the basis of the unfounded,
the help of those who have no one to help,
The neighbor of the one who has no neighbor, my neighbor who is always with me, O my pen,
All suffering and poverty are in a vicious circle sitting cross-legged. They hug the skirts of women sitting helplessly on the pebbles.
All the evil that were around were gathered together, as if they had sworn to annihilate their own tribe and not leave any of them alive.
O who do not remain silent to the cry of the dolphin in the darkness of the sea,
All the names made unique in the science of the unseen, the glorious ranks of the throne, the abundance of mercy and the seas behind the seas. trees and pens on earth, seven seas (more). .
O giver and taker of all things without hesitation
What you expect from humanity with your consent and will, we want the same as you expect!

 

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Written by Ewelina Maria BugajskaJavorka

Ewelina Maria Bugajska-Javorka was born in Poland, and now lives permanently in Denmark. She attended high school of economics and university of philosophy. She is the author of six poetry books. She has published her first book at the age of 17. Her poems can be found in many international anthologies. She is a laureate of many international awards and national literary competitions and recitation competitions in her homeland in Poland. She is a member of the NWNU - Union of Writers of the World. She is the International Goodwill Ambassador for Minorities at The Federal Association for the Advancement of Visible Minorities - FAAVM Canada and International Ambassador of The Brahmand Evolution Council, the Universal Mission for Peace, Justice and Humanity. Ambassador of Literature granted by Motivational Strips.
Editor Bharat Vision and Chief Administrator Motivational Strips - Scandinavian countries.
Correspondent and the head of the Poetry Department in Designer journal, Sweden.
Executive Deputy Editor of Chinese Literature (in charge of Hubei Federation of literary and art circles)
Associate Editor in Interantional Edition of Chinese Poetry Circle Magazine – Southwest University, China.

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