The White City Poem by Marieta Maglas
The White City
I'm in the white city. A dense fog disintegrates
all my hopes. Non-existent worlds are something
that people dream of. Disoriented, they walk on
the terminal's sidewalk. The lights are switching
on and off erratically. During the night, there are
hidden screams that are obscured by the heavy rain
sounds. The victims are not yet aware that they are
victims. There are flowers, fast food kiosks, botanical
gardens, horror movies in theaters, and shadows that
emerge from the fog. The wind makes the eyes of the
windows, the burial stones, and the dreams vibrate.
Creates an illusion of the screams in the darkness.
Poem by Marieta Maglas
Contrasts between thought and the existing reality. Dreams of white city, white fog, mist but experiencing horror movies, fast food kiosks, etc. Such city really exists in dream only. But screaming left behind not of having the address to reach there.....A trance got shape by words. Place of resting the soul, yet sense of reality doesn't allow the soul to rest so contrast reflects through the poem.................Regards, Pranab k c
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I would like to translate this poem
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5/1/2024 7:37:47 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Maybe he's the victim of an aggression, Or maybe he's someone, who has lost his love. Maybe it's just an echo... I'm in the white city And I'm searching for you in the darkness.... - excellent poem 10