God Knows Poem by Galina Italyanskaya
God Knows
Tonight I've become a liar
And now it's my real name
I die under friendly fire
I lose your one-sided game
It's clever of you, my dear
Such wisdom I never met
You want me to be your mirror
And wear a box on your head
I felt, it was so exciting
To hear you can see me through
But you seem to be long-sighted
I guess you don't know the truth
You catch all the things behind me
So clear, every blade of grass
My thoughts - what a marvel hides them
Perhaps I was made of glass
So long I believe your feeling
And fancy - you know me best
Tonight you don't wanna hear me
And God came to be my guest
I called him to ask for patience
He doesn't like playing dice
So I deal the cards…
Relations keep misty before my eyes
But I put my eights on sevens
And try to assemble the whole
Let God judge me there in heaven
At least He can see my soul
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(Ukhta, November 28 2013)
The speaker has a relationship in this poem with two men - one is another human and the other is God. Both relationships are vexed. With the human man, she must provide a lot of help. Apparently he is atisfied with his illusions and blocks out the world (the box on his head) and expects her to guide him. YOU WANT ME TO BE A MIRROE/AND WEAR A BOX ON YOUR HEAD. She, in contrast, is completely transparent - nothing is hidden. When the man fails to communicate with her, she turns to God, confident he sees sees her soul truly.
So long I believe your feeling And fancy - you know me best Tonight you don't wanna hear me And God came to be my guest A beautiful love poem carrying lot of ambitions and doubts about lover.A masterpiece.Well done Col Muhammad Khalid Khan
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5/6/2024 5:17:30 PM # 1.0.0.1119
A well articulated train of thoughts nicely encapsulated into a good piece of poetry. Well done Galina. Thanks for sharing and do keep it up. Please read my poem THE PHOENIX STRANGLER.