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POETRY BY MILENA PČINJSKI, SERBIA

صورة توضيحية لامرأة ذات شعر بني ومستقيم، ترتدي قميصاً بقلنسوة، وتبتسم برفق.

CHOICE

The day generously spills
its miracles
At the door they jostle,
already flushed

Something stabs me
near the heart
As if you were still there

Drowsy thoughts take
their shot of caffeine:
Even today, physics
has not dealt good cards

I know that in your fire
I am always present
Yet it wearies me –
this infinite game of pantomime…

This silence is a cry
across nine mountains –
Everyone has chosen
what they must

MYSTERIES

The day departs
like an unwanted guest
It feels as though I no longer know where I was headed
or why a certain thought obsesses me,
nor where the coming hour will lead me
Truth be told,
I do not even know today’s date
I barely grow familiar with one,
than another arrives –
one digit higher, uninvited,
and everything begins again
What is the purpose of such routine?
We hum in circles
like a hypnotized swarm of worker bees

I picture the globe of the Earth,
and it does not make it any easier
Only then do I realize
how tiny I am,
a microscopic creation
of the most determined sperm cell
and a fertile bearer of life
And so my wonder deepens –
like a masterpiece
of Mother Nature and the Supreme Creator,
long present,
yet still unable to grasp
the mystery of Creation,
the concept of Time

ELUSIVE DREAM

The night gnaws
at golden wool.
Sorrowful fairies
tear the scarf apart.

Lace strings
defy the voice.
Cold sharpens the nerve
toward the elusive dream.

FROM UNWANTED TO UNLOVED

You speak of trivial things
and hide your discontent
with shallow words

All those years of struggle –
each one a package of disappointment

Instead of multiplying sweet memories
only conflict on conflict
rust on metal –
persistent, harmful
without sense or direction

You fear to dig deeper –
nothing will remain
that pleases you

You dive into the endless
seeking reasons
for everything that happens

And again you try –
to understand
and forgive
as long as you can
as far as your soul allows

For you know –
while people and the world exist
kindness will suffer
unvalued
and truth will wander
rejected

TEMPLE OF LOVE

My body is a temple of light
to love its pain
is the pinnacle of love

As the pain deepens
muted
ruthless
and unhealable

I wait

Primal pain
bloody and eternal
incurable
carved into the female being

Patient as a shadow
it affirms the will of nature
by which I was chosen
to be

Woman

GOLDEN RIVERS

The walls are no longer
my refuge

Darkness, humbled,
flees
ashamed before my eyes

Each of its attepts
to reclaim me
is pitiful

Where I once burnt
each of my deaths
upon the pyre of fears and sorrow –
I am no more

Within the nest of love
life shines awake

Rivers flow in golden abundance,
and through my veins
healthy blood surges –
to the vow of the Eternal Day

AFTER THE WARMTH

Outside, the *košava is sweeping
as if it will never cease
The day stretches endlessly, like the Euphrates
I wish I could slip into its warm bloodstream
while I think of you and do not wish to think
Cold is all that remains in the heart
after a love never fully lived

Now the *košava and I
exist within the same emotional shard
ice queens erasing all memories
There is nothing good in remembrance
when love comes with an expiry date
and yours was merely an illusion
too daring, yet unsteady,
uncertain of itself,
a restless bird
wherever it may land

At times I think
I am the same
Perhaps our likeness tangled the threads
That is why I turn away from thoughts of you
because the *košava would blow inside me forever
and that pain is unbearable
for once, you were all my warmth

*Košava is a strong, cold, and persistent southeastern wind typical of Serbia. It often blows for several days, especially in autumn and winter, and is commonly associated with restlessness, inner tension, and emotional unease in local cultural and poetic contexts.

MANIFESTO OF HUMAN NOBILITY

Let all humans live their lives
In gratitude and compassion,
In universal human virtues and values
Let us create one dignified global nation

No human was ever born
To rule or misuse another human
Nor should anyone be allowed
To behave in such a destructive manner

We are all here to praise each other
To support, to develop, and discover
Our sacred purpose on planet Earth
We are not here to kill or to hurt

Still, some individuals do just that
Their actions bear witness
To their inhuman character and evil spirit
Yet consious humans must never tolerate it

Let us choose the light of wisdom
And become our most intelligent selves
May human kindness and the beauty of love prevail
So that we leave behind the traces of human nobility and brilliance

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