{"id":3348,"date":"2022-06-07T20:20:49","date_gmt":"2022-06-07T20:20:49","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.iwabogdani.org\/?p=2489"},"modified":"2023-12-21T13:23:30","modified_gmt":"2023-12-21T13:23:30","slug":"poems-from-the-newest-book-by-fahredin-shehu","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.iwabogdani.org\/sq\/poems-from-the-newest-book-by-fahredin-shehu\/","title":{"rendered":"Poems from the newest book by Fahredin Shehu"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><strong>Her<br \/>\n<\/strong><br \/>\nA beam of sunlight shined<br \/>\non the emerald grass, wet from<br \/>\nthe morning dew, and the shades<br \/>\nof the willow were soothing<br \/>\nold burns of their souls<br \/>\nA Cornucopia sat on the blanket<br \/>\nlong days of earthly delights<br \/>\nawait to entangle with<br \/>\nthe caught-up genderless souls<br \/>\nWhose art, this mystery? They and we<br \/>\nhave no idea, nor has anyone ever attempted<br \/>\nto decipher those codes<\/p>\n<p><strong>Him<br \/>\n<\/strong><br \/>\nThey got him to come back home<br \/>\nfrom the school he loved<br \/>\nearlier than usual.<br \/>\nThey had him circumcised<br \/>\nat the age of seven,<br \/>\nas if this number was<br \/>\nadded to his entity<br \/>\nto endorse his maturity.<br \/>\nThey never asked him<br \/>\nwhere he shall be born,<br \/>\nnor did they ask him how<br \/>\nthey shall name him.<br \/>\nSo, he bears the name<br \/>\nthat means \u201ca Torchbearer\u201d.<\/p>\n<p><img fetchpriority=\"high\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-2490\" src=\"https:\/\/www.iwabogdani.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/06\/285972630_536823791272079_429446382613271065_n.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"219\" \/><br \/>\n<strong>Why Would One Want More?<br \/>\n<\/strong><br \/>\nThe last few words<br \/>\nI uttered were full of hope,<br \/>\nhope-giving, hope-dreaming<br \/>\nWhen one shuns his own light<br \/>\nand the rest goes astray,<br \/>\nwhen the Sun shines potently<br \/>\non the Spring Solstice,<br \/>\nall I want is the blooming<br \/>\nof cherries and acacia,<br \/>\nthe latter being a sigh of relief<br \/>\n. . . relief from a day<br \/>\nfull of daily burdens and<br \/>\nthe fear of the unknown<br \/>\nthen, next to the acacia fragrance<br \/>\nand the chirping voices<br \/>\nof the birds, my lungs<br \/>\ncan get full and the green-hearted<br \/>\nChakra will radiate love<br \/>\nWhy would one want more?<\/p>\n<p><strong>Great Things<br \/>\n<\/strong><br \/>\nFar from those important<br \/>\nthings that always happen<br \/>\nin silence, for the time<br \/>\nwhen your own shadow<br \/>\ndisappears, here on the hill,<br \/>\nsome clouds are giving<br \/>\ntheir last breath<br \/>\nThe sun-rays diffract<br \/>\nsilently as if the funeral<br \/>\nof a mere farmer walks on heavily<br \/>\nthe procession, in a hush,<br \/>\nmourns, and white pigeons<br \/>\nsafeguard the tomb<br \/>\nAgain, for all those silent<br \/>\nmoments that happen in a hush,<br \/>\ngreat art emerges amidst<br \/>\nthe labor, pain and thrill<br \/>\nthe kind of art that needs nourishing<br \/>\nto mature and ascend to<br \/>\nTheurgy \u2013 to equal creativity,<br \/>\nto equal the existence,<br \/>\nto merge in the Universal Consciousness<br \/>\nwhere all great things happen not in vain.<\/p>","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Her A beam of sunlight shined on the emerald grass, wet from the morning dew, and the shades of the willow were soothing old burns of their souls A Cornucopia sat on the blanket long days of earthly delights await to entangle with the caught-up genderless souls Whose art, this mystery? 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