Taifas Literary Magazine No. 6, December, 2020

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Taifas Literary Magazine No. 6, 2020, December
Slavka Bozovic
Santosh Kumar Biswa
Montenegro
A gift from the gods
Bhutan
The guiltless soul
I don't know where the sources of creativity
come from,
to flow from the depths of poetic souls,
and like a torrent of a mountain stream,
during empathy they flow into a sea of dreams.
Is it the gift of heavenly messengers,
pulsing with blessing
through the aorta of the
heart,
giving birth to light
through the vast fields of
poetics,
creating incredibly
enchanting images.
The mundane heart waves about like the
eagle,
So much of worldly, in lips and deeds, so faint,
Indeed, even Aergia would fail for its idleness
to accept,
But, like Poseidon, even Cassiopeia couldn't
deny.
Such a heart, like the smiling morning
appears ahead,
As if to conquer the heaven's golden floor in
the quest,
So much in prevarication, yet in fabrication
to seem,
Even Hermes could fail to finger the realness
behind.
Probably the gods came
up with and agreed,
to nest in the poet's eye of
a bird,
underfoot, stretching the charms of the galaxy,
so at night they grab the scrolls with the
fingers of spirituality.
The guiltless soul, like the dust that the
gentle wind conveys,
Bewitched with the sugar coated lips, gets
bear off,
Like Eve, easily was once deceived by a
serpent,
Never to hark back as the unfulfilled return
of Astraea.
Poets are angels flying on a saddle of clouds,
through the secret labyrinths of the pink
world,
diligently dancing on poetic flower meadows,
and like bees they collect sweet deeds in hives.
year I, No. 6, 2020, December
But, one can caveat well in advance, not to be
diddled,
Being apt in an act to catch beyond the
obvious,
Without being deceived, the sugar coating to
deflect,
And never to blend in again upon cognizing
the verity.
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