Lost

Victims have no place to stay;
Refugees are turned away,
When the night goes down to day.
Nobody asks why.
Life is going by.

Kids need food to stay alive,
And make effort to survive
Lost in blue.

How hard is it to live there?
All their diseases are rare.
In this world wave of prayer,
Where the snakes lie,
Life is going by.

Sands fall through the hour glass.
The hope withers like the grass,
Lost in blue.

Behind the concealed mind walls,
Near the sky and the wet falls,
The life dances, the death calls
To upturn the eye.
Life is going by.

The chaos can’t rise above,
When the people search for love,
Holy Bath...

Poem by Marieta Maglas

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About Marieta

Marieta Maglas is from Romania. She was born on May 1964. She graduated the University in her country in 1987. Her poems have appeared in some journals, including the Velvetillusion Literary Magazine Alabama,The Secret (La Revista) Italy, FWM Magazine US and Thu Trang Spain. Her poems were selected, and published on some anthologies at Xlibris, Sybaritic Press ( more specific it’s about the book Near Kin edited by Marie Lecrivain), at Prolific Press ( Three Line Poetry issue # 25) and others. She has been nominated at International Festival of Poetry in Canada and Mexico.

2 thoughts on “Lost

  1. Louis Kasatkin

    Being unfamiliar with the term ” Boketto ” ,Google helpfully came up with the following :- Boketto (Japanese) – Gazing Vacantly (English) . Ideally of course from the reader’s standpoint a poem does require a title rather than a description of the kind or type of poem that it is.

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