Poetry: Angela Kosta

Angela Kosta

THE LIGHT OF SURVIVAL

The Light of Hope shines on the beloved 

land furrowed by wounded edges where 

the poverty lives naked.

There are undressed ladies with wide open eyes 

on the sidewalks full of corpses 

with anxiety is fed inside the garbage 

with rotting food like stale bread crumbs as if they are for stray dogs. 

But the Light of Hope triumphs it travels around the world on the paths where poor and sick people  pass. It's passes there like a torchlight procession to tell the beloved Earth to stops suffering. It fed the poor in abundance with the light of hope. 

The oceanic light emerges and fills the cracks in the souls of the sick, wherever are there.  

By embracing the light, everyone recovers from the evils of the century: 

Diseases and Poverty!

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FOR MY MOTHER… 

I have written several lines and endless verses with my tears, pain of love for her. 

Where are you, my mother?

I wish to kiss your eyes with goodness once again!

I want to caress your warm hands just the way you used to do.

I want to feel the wrinkles of your untimely old age with my fingers, 

I don’t want to see you in such lethargic condition. 

Your grey hair are the witness to eternal suffering;

You are irreplaceable to me,

You are my mother Sophie;

I will always love you endlessly,

Like a goddess,

You will live in my soul;

How can I believe that I will never see you again in this life!

You won't be here anymore;

Didn't you know that you would be in my breath?

How can you die till I am alive?

Your winsome smile reminds me of the glare of the stars.

The universe of nostalgia fascinates me as you have given light to my life and raised me with the patience of sufferings. 

So with great love for your good sake, 

Speak up, 

Just tell me at least one last word!

How would I live like this?

My mother, 

Please read these verses silently.

Don't be silent!

Ah, I wish I could challenge time and the evil of death. 

I will destroy the unfortunate fate and drive away the evils. 

I'll snuggle in your lap again.

Just as I did, when I was a kid. 

The lap, where I found a tranquility and solace.

How happy I was then!

When your hands caressed my soul deeply

And my whole being blossomed.  

Mother, 

Please don't go like this to stay beyond the sky.

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YOU ARE A LADY... 

You ladies,

A fragile martyr,

Return from the lost path where there is no whisper,

Desperate crying of dirty life,

tears of blood, nail scratched bodies having distressed soul;

You ladies,

Rise!

Stay away from everything that negates the "goddess" in you;

Cross the border of patience and violence

Tear off your faded veil.

The dark eternal mask;

Free yourself from people who don't deserve you,

your moist smile on the lips;

You ladies,

Live again!

Raise your heads 

Open fists holding the power of life;

Bloom again to sing...

Smile...

Enjoy your freedom coming out of the prison of hatred. 

You ladies!

You are great

You are unique 

You are holy;

Enjoy and live happily!

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A PIECE OF BREAD…  

A piece of bread 

To quench the hunger 

For day and night; 

A person shouts out for a sad existence, 

Searches for it, but fails and finishes in a while. 

Being born with the cruel fate, whose fault is it? 

Am I to blame myself? 

Were we unwanted? 

Did we get into the wrong world? 

Insatiable hunger, 

public negligence, 

disappearance of rejoice… 

I want to live in clouds and fill myself with air in the universe; 

Still the heat from the sun is increasing not enough to melt the frozen blood and faded heartbeats of my brothers. 

The ground beneath your feet; 

Where a piece of bread, 

Don't fall apart! 

Where is the Jesus who takes care of all? 

There is no answer!

I have the piece of bread only except my wealth here.

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BIO: Angela Kosta was born in the city of Elbasan, but currently she lives in Italy since 1995. She is the author of several novels, books of poems and fairy tales, two of which she donated the profit to the ONLUS Association for the scientific research of Sclerosis Laterale Amiotrophica ( SLA) and the Daniele Chianelli Association for scientific research on Leukemia in adults and children. She is Deputy Director & Deputy Editor-in-Chief at Albania Press, writes articles for Calabria Live Newspaper, Saturno Magazine, Confidenze, Alessandria Today, and also collaborates and translates in Newspapers: Dritare, Rrënjet - Le Radici, Nacional, Destinacioni, Alb Spirit, Approach - Approccio, Sprint News Al, Cicero, Orpheus Magazine, Psychology Magazine, Atunis, etc.

Albanian, Italian, American, Greek, Indian, Poloni, Spain, Bengali, Lebanese, Arab, Brazil, Portuguese, etc. media have published many articles about her literary activity, including:

Gazeta Dielli, Gazeta Diaspora, Albanian of Italy, Albania Letteraria, Gazeta Destinacioni, "Alb-Spirit" portal, Obelisk magazine, Gazeta Nacional, Atv.it, "Il Corriere dell'Umbria" newspaper, "La Nazione" newspaper; Il Messaggero, "Vivo Umbria", "Il Quotidiano d'Italia", "Umbria 7", "QN - La Nazione", Italy Press 24, la Rivista "Confidenze", "Informazione Locale - Umbertide" "Umbria 24", Alessandria Today, Élite Magazine, Polis, Himalaya Darly, National Global, etjer... 

Angela Kosta has received many Certificates of Appreciation and Honor from the Royal Palace in Lebanon Princess Dr. Narzine Bani Hashem and many prestigious newspapers and magazines.

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Setu, November 2023