Two Poems by 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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© Angela Kosta

Elbasan, Albania

kostaangela078@gmail.com

Angela Kosta was born in Albania in 1973. He has lived in Italy since 1995. You have published 10 books: novels, poems and fairy tales in Albanian and Italian. Angela Kosta is a translator and her publications are featured in several literary magazines and newspapers in Albania, Kosovo, Italy, USA, England, China, Russia, Germany, Saudi Arabia, Lebanon, Algeria, Polonia, Australia, Egypt, Greece, Tajikistan, South Korea, Hungary, etc. Angela Kosta writes articles and interviews for the newspaper "Calabria Live", the magazine Saturno, the newspaper Le Radici", for the international magazine "Orfeu", Alessandria Today, the newspaper Nacional, the newspaper Destinacioni, she collaborates with the magazine Perqasje Italo Shqiptare, the international magazine Atunis - Belgium, etc.