by Fahredin Shehu
Now I walk in the dusk of the century
Walking on a bones and eating fruits of the bloodshed
of past
present and
future
For a myriad time I plead minds of mortals
And for a myriad and one time my voice returned as an arrow hitting my being the painful truth of shame
Suddenly an angel appeared blessing my mourns washed by tears of the child immaculate weeping in the recess of my heart
Again I was ashamed with the constant blossoming question;
Why I'm human today my Lord?
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ABOUT THE POET ~
Born in Rahovec, in southwestern Kosovo, in 1972. He completed his university studies at the University of Prishtina in Oriental Studies, earning the title of Professor of Oriental Sciences., He is actively engaged in calligraphy, discovering new techniques and mediums for this specific type of visual art., He writes aesthetic reviews on visual art. He is an expert in transcendental literature and a researcher of global spiritual heritage., Over the last three decades, he has worked as an Independent Scientific Researcher in the fields of Global Spiritual Heritage and Sacred Aesthetics., Puschart and Pulitzer nominated
