কবিতার পাতা

The Angle Of Life

-Amb Maid Čorbić

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I measure the parameters of destiny mathematically

as I sit and long in black

My days are no longer the same

when I no longer have you in my life

I cry; I’m counting my teeth for God

I’m expecting a third shift

The angle I have is one hundred and eighty degrees

I live; I don’t even know why

so in sorrow I light black candles

The smell of incense floods my nostrils

fiercely bloodthirsty – I die intriguingly

for love I also gave my soul

what good is it when I’m not yours?

I hide around the corner

little friend; not worth crying about

for happiness that will not me

with a cigar and a sledgehammer in hand – I welcome the day.

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Introduction to the poet-

Maid Corbic from Tuzla, 21 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 in Bhutan. He is also the editor of the First Virtual Art portal led by Dijana Uherek Stevanovic, and the selector of the competition at a page of the same name that aims to bring together all poets around the world.

Many works have also been published in anthologies and journals (Chile, Spain, Ecuador, Bosnia and Herzegovina, San Salvador, United Kingdom, Indonesia, India, Croatia, Serbia, etc.) as well as printed copies of the anthology of poems “Sea in the palm of your hand“, „Stories from Isolation”, and “Kosovo Peony” and others.