The Gravity of Her in Serbian, Poem by Dr.Shailesh Gupta Veer and Translated by Prof. Ljiljana Samardžić

SAMO NJENA GRAVITACIJA

Njeno prezime i moje
nije isto,
Ipak, kadgod ga pročitam,
ili vidim,
Slatki osmijeh, nepozvan, 
lice mi ozari,
a moje srce radost ispuni.

Kažu mi,
"Ludo si u nju zaljubljen."
I ne griješe.
Ne znam kako da im protivrječim.

Znam da smo mi samo 
obični prijatelji.
Ipak, ja nju volim.
Volim način na koji ustaje, sjedi, hoda,
volim kako se smije, priča, razgovara.

Zato se klanjam 
svakom slogu koji ona izgovara.
Neslaganje s njom nestaje
prije nego što nastane;
da se složim s njom,
moja je jedina molitva.

Ali, ne zovite to 'ljubav',
ta riječ je isuviše mala,
isuviše glasna.
Ovo je gravitacija.
Nečujna
Bestežinska
Apsolutna.
Ona ne čini ništa
da me privuče;
moj univerzum se 
sam od sebe
ka njoj naginje.

Kada se ona pojavi,
sve moje pametne riječi me
napuste.
Ostaje samo jedna:
Ona je najbolja.
Ta riječ je dovoljna.

© Dr. Shailesh Gupta Veer
Fatehpur, UP, India 
Translated From English by Prof. Ljiljana Samardžić
Novi Sad, Srbija
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THE GRAVITY OF HER 

Her surname and mine are not the same,  
Yet when I read it, when I see it,  
A sweet smile rises to my face, unbidden.  
My heart lights up.

People say,  
"You’re mad with love for her."
I have no words to deny them.  
They are not wrong.

I know we are nothing  
beyond the faint lines of friendship.  
Still, I love her—  
the way she rises, sits, walks,  
the way she laughs, speaks, converses.

That is why I bow  
to every syllable she utters.  
Disagreement dies before it forms;  
to agree with her is my only prayer.

Call it not love—  
the word is too small, too loud.  
This is gravity.  
Wordless
Weightless
Absolute.  
She does not pull me;  
my universe leans toward her on its own.

All my clever words desert me  
when she appears.  
Only one remains:  
She is the best.
And that is enough.
(Original in English)

© Dr. Shailesh Gupta Veer 
Fatehpur, UP, India 
Email: veershailesh@gmail.com

Fairy Tale, a Poem by Prof. Ljiljana Samardžić

I am waiting for you at the station

of one of the most beautiful 

European cities.

Your train is over half an hour late.

I sit on a bench, rehearsing 

the welcome I have prepared 

for our first meeting,

after so many years...

Deep in my little speech,

I startle at the announcement

of your train’s arrival.

"So soon", I think,

I jump from the bench 

and run toward the tracks.

The train pulls in, and your radiant face

is already watching me from the window.

You are the first at the door,

in an instant, you are before me,

holding me tight,

I forget every word I had prepared.

It feels as if our embrace lasts

as long as all the years

of our longing and waiting.

Finally, we pull apart, 

still silent.

Mute with happiness,

still not believing

that we are finally together,

we just look at each other.

One hand of mine is in yours,

with the other we pull our suitcases,

we’ll stay here for a few days,

and then we move on...

A bit to my country,

maybe somewhere else,

It's the least important

which way we'll go.

If we truly met,

everything would be like this,

a fairy tale in the midst of reality

that breaks our dreams.

-Prof.  Ljiljana Samardžić

Novi Sad, Serbia

IMPOSSIBLE LOVE, A POEM BY PROF. LJILJANA SAMARDŽIĆ

They've never seen each other.

Physically worlds apart,

They loved with their souls,

First tenderly, then passionately,

As if they had lived together,

Yearning for one another for years...!

When the tides of life drew them near,

They gave up on the meeting.

Why?

Who could ever know!?

There was also the fear

That their deep love of souls,

In a reality such as this,

Would not survive.

They were disappointed and angry 

with themselves,

With the world they live in,

Powerless to change anything,

Aware that our lives are governed

By world rulers and powers.

Then, all communication

between them ceased.

They tried to forget each other,

But they didn't succeed.

Constantly in each other's thoughts,

Aware of past mistakes,

Mending themselves,

Maturing through the hurdles,

They reconnected once more,

Confessing their love anew,

Yet still, they haven’t met...!

They knew a meeting,

After all these years,

Would only be a confirmation

That their love is real,

Undying and eternal...

And what then?

World War III is beginning,

They can't get out of the own skin.

They can only love each other

With their souls,

As they have all this time.

If they live long enough,

Maybe they'll meet one day...!

-Prof. Ljiljana Samardžić

Novi Sad, Serbia 🇷🇸

[Poet/Prof. Ljiljana Samardžić]

SHORT REVIEW OF THE POEM-

"IMPOSSIBLE LOVE" by Prof. Ljiljana Samardžić is a poignant exploration of love bound by distance and circumstance. The poem's sparse, evocative lines capture the ache of soulmates separated by worlds, yet fused in spirit. It begins tenderly, swells passionately, and reflects life's unpredictable tides where proximity teases reunion, only for fear and external forces to intervene. The central question—what if meeting shatters the ethereal bond?—echoes existential dread, amplified by rage against forces beyond control. The narrative builds emotional depth without melodrama: passion, severance, forgetting, and renewed confession. Samardžić's imagery of souls yearning amid chaos elevates personal longing to universal tragedy. Her free verse flows with raw authenticity, infusing quiet resilience. The open-ended hope lingers, affirming love's transcendence over flesh and fate. A haunting meditation on impossibility, it resonates deeply in our divided world, proving true connection defies borders and bombs.

-Dr. Shailesh Gupta Veer 

(Editor of The Fatehpur Resolution)

Fatehpur, UP, India

[Reviewer/Dr. Shailesh Gupta Veer]

I Can't Explain, a Poem in Serbian by Dr. Shailesh Gupta Veer & Translated from English by Prof. Ljiljana Samardžić

Pjesnik : Dr. Shailesh Gupta Veer

Prevodilac : Prof. Ljiljana Samardžić

NE MOGU DA OBJASNIM

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Ona je veoma slatka i lijepa

I osjećajna 

Kada priča

Zvuči kao -

Slavujeva pjesma

Tada 

Moje srce ubrzano kuca

Njeno nasmiješeno lice me privlači!

Starija je od mene mnogo, 

Znam to veoma dobro,

Ali uz njen unutarnji sjaj...

Postajem veoma romantičan!!

Da, ona je meni prelijepa,

Kao crvena ruža,

Kao proljeće,

Kao priroda,

Kao... Ne mogu da objasnim...!!!

© Dr. Shailesh Gupta Veer

Fatehpur, UP, India 

[Translated into Serbian by Prof. Ljiljana Samardžić, Novi Sad, Serbia]

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I CAN'T EXPLAIN

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She is very cute and beautiful

Sensitive too

When she speaks

Feels like-

Any Nightingale is singing a song,

Then

My Heartbeat becomes faster

Her smiling face attracts me!

She is much older than me

I know very well,

But it's her internal glow...

Makes me more romantic!!

Yes, She is very pretty

For me,

Like red rose

Like spring

Like nature

Like...I can't explain...!!!

© Dr. Shailesh Gupta Veer

(Editor: Micropoetry Cosmos)

Fatehpur, UP, India 

Email: editorsgveer@gmail.com

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I Have to Stop, a Poem in Serbian by Dr. Shailesh Gupta Veer & Translated from English by Prof. Ljiljana Samardžić

MORAM PRESTATI

Kad god ona kaže,
"Zašto si me nazvao
nakon toliko vremena?"
Osjećam da još uvijek ima
nešto među nama
Ona ružičasta osjećanja
koja sam iskusio
prije mnogo godina
vrate se u srce ponovo
Hej! Šta je ovo!
Moram prestati!
Vrijeme se dalje pokrenulo...!

© Dr. Shailesh Gupta Veer 
Fatehpur, UP, India 
(Translated From English by Prof. Ljiljana Samardžić, Novi Sad, Serbia)
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I HAVE TO STOP 

Whenever she says,
"Why did you call me 
after so long?"
I feel there's still something 
between me and her
Those rosy feelings 
I experienced years ago
come back to the heart again
Hey! what is this!
I have to stop
Time has moved on...!

© Dr. Shailesh Gupta Veer 
Fatehpur, UP, India 
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PRAYER, a Poem by Prof. Ljiljana Samardžić

We live in days

crucial for survival

of the Human race.

The forces of Evil

set fires

across our

Only Home,

in the desire to turn it

into a blaze,

a flaming orb that wanders

until it burns out and disappears

in boundless spaces of Space.

I am not afraid of anything!

I feel that your soul

hugs me from distance,

so I calmly pray

our Creator

to forgive us all our sins

and give one more chance,

in the name of true love,

which is here still celebrated,

for the sake of our children,

who we must not leave to

Satan.

Brothers and sisters,

from the beautiful planet Earth,

Let's Pray,

without cease,

so that our

most sincere and penitential

Prayers

reach

The Almighty

and together with his power

prevail and win

the accumulated forces of Evil!

- Written and translated into English by Prof. Ljiljana Samardžić, Novi Sad, Serbia

Prof. Ljiljana Samardžić was born in Belgrade, the capital of former Yugoslavia and now the capital of Serbia. However, she spent most of her life in Sarajevo, where she completed Elementary school, finished Grammar school and graduated from English language and literature and Serbo-Croatian language at the Faculty of Philosophy. She also studied Italian language and literature along with the work as an interpreter/translator in a trade company. Besides, she attended a painting school and was very active in painting until 1992, when the war in Sarajevo broke out. During the war, she worked as an interpreter for the UN military observers and many other international organizations. When the war in Bosnia and Herzegovina ended, she left Sarajevo, worked as an interpreter in the Regional centre of the OSCE in Sokolac, the Republic of Srpska (the entity of BandH). By the end of 1998, she moved to Novi Sad, Serbia, where she lives until now. In Novi Sad she worked as an English teacher. After the retirement, she continued holding private English classes. She often translates poetry from and into English and also writes poems in both Serbian and English.

Two Poems by Prof. Ljiljana Samardžić

November Morning

Early November "morn",

before the dawn, 

I'm standing by the window,

the deafening silence all over...

I'm looking into the thick darkness,

only moonlight rays are sparkling

through the branches.

There's nothing alive,

only the remaining yellow leaves

are playing in the breeze...

I enjoy the deaf silence and pitch darkness,

while through my thoughts are passing

nearby dearest faces 

peacefully sleeping,

dear ones in some distant parts of the globe,

and my beloved who left this world...

I'm exposing my face to the breeze

to feel its caresses,

while deeply breathing

clean, cool air,

soothing my longings...

I would've stayed immersed

into primordial darkness and silence

for quite long

if the first city bus passing nearby

hadn't interrupted my awake dreaming.

I finally went to bed,

its warmth embraced me,

I was sinking into a deep, calm sleep,

hoping to continue

the awake dreaming...!

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Primordial Love

Life brings us

new encounters,

new challenges...

For a moment we think

that the time has come

to say goodbye

to old loves,

move on and build

a new love

from the start...

But it lasts

just like a timid summer rain,

and then we return

to the old love,

that nowhere moves

from the bosom...

Only stays calm

until the shower passes

and restarts to spread its flame

through the chest

with a new, but silent longing,

without passionate regreting

that we are no longer united,

realizing that

only such love is

imperishable and eternal,

love of the soul,

Primordial...!

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© Prof. Ljiljana Samardžić

Novi Sad, Serbia 

ljiljanasamardzicns@gmail.com

Prof. Ljiljana Samardžić was born in Belgrade (SFR Yugoslavia), but she spent most of her lifetime in Sarajevo, where she completed Elementary school, finished High-Grammar school and graduated in English language and literature and Serbo-Croatian language at the Faculty of Philosophy. Along with the work as an interpreter/translator in a foreign trade company, she first studied Italian language and literature, and later, in 1992, she was still attending painting school when the war broke out in Sarajevo. So, she began working as an interpreter for the UN military observers, other international and Serbian organizations. After the war and the decomposition of the former Yugoslav territory, she left Sarajevo and moved to Sokolac, the Republic of Srpska, where she worked as an interpreter in the OSCE Regional centre. At the end of 1998, she left Bosnia and Herzegovina and joined her closest family in Novi Sad, where she worked as an English teacher in an elementary school. As a retired professor, she teaches English, translates poetry from and into English and writes her own poems in both Serbian and English.