Fahredin Shehu
Every particle we have thrown
In the ether has been assembled
In lumps of Love
Somewhere in the realm of Jupiter
They told us: You shall possess
Wisdom to understand the Poetry
Of the one who is called?
The Martyr of Love
For Love is nothing but
A God who is giver and forgiving
Love makes the Creation
Orbit in its axis and
Oscillates in Center and periphery
Occupies Nadir and Horizon and
Contains “Nothing”, for itself
When the summer was in its peak
And the Seagulls flying over
We've been heavy white clouds
Bringing shade
On the shore the senile were
Drinking poison for they failed
To love nor did they laid
The Nest eggs to toast “Today”, even
The drop of elixir sipped
In the deepest layers of their
Heart- membrane
Otherwise I’ve been in Love
From and for Eternity and a day more
Despite the ignorant refused my Art
And said: this is not Poetry- and I did
And do say: No it is not Poetry- right!!!
It is more than that
It is an Elixir
A life giving drop
To the about to die
And to the “Alive”
