Maid Corbic
The world became very proud
and doubts that it will get better
creates a profound trail
in the heart of man.
Calm your soul in the blink of an eye.
We gave existence blindly
for a species of existence.
And the jacket of wisdom has an expiration date
and we still ask, “Why”?
Love suffers pain posthumously
and pray to God for forgiveness
we admire the sweet smile
sour, but smile
We sold our possessions for love,
cast doubt on the ground itself,
and inevitably gave root
just for a glimmer of hope.
We drew on the variety of existence,
we called a delicious call:
chest pressure, pain,
unfulfilled love.
A notorious liar
suffers variations.
People remain unfulfilled,
looking for love in everything!
(Maid Corbic, a 24-year-old poet from Tuzla, is acclaimed for his poetry, having received multiple accolades. He also serves as a moderator for the World Literature Forum Peace and Humanity (WLFPH), promoting peace and humanity globally.)
