POEM - BY THE WAYS OF PARADISE

About the Poet:
Maid Corbic lives in  Tuzla, Bosnia and Herzegovina. He is 24 years old. In his spare time he writes poetry that repeatedly praised as well as rewarded. He also selflessly helps others around him, and he is moderator of the World Literature Forum WLFPH (World Literature Forum Peace and Humanity) for humanity and peace in the world. He is world 44. poet in the world and five in the Balkan. He has over the 10.000 successes on Facebook.



BY THE WAYS OF PARADISE

Long ago as a boy I knew
Yes, my path is to create works
About which the world will be buzzing

But life is a difficult field above all
Which still makes people imagine themselves
In the sea of infinity and lies creating
Their speech and ways of treating others

Love is the strongest thing in the world to live by
Although she can also be so painful
Because the scenes that happen sometime before
They are still carried in the bottom of the soul on both sides

People being people, the Balkan atypical has become just that
Because love is a laughing stock to everyone
While at the bottom of the soul traces of hope
That hope remains that love is alive

And those tyrants are deliberately destroying it
Who think that love is an expensive car
A watch and other things
Love is written all over the dessert

Possibility of traveling positions
Much-needed love becomes sex
Which arises implicitly from the attitudes of immaturity

I walked the paths of Paradise and picked apples
Hoping that love still has ways
How to find your era of wisdom
But year after year I get disappointed

Because love is something that is used
Emotions and social position in time
When someone doesn't have his money, others laugh at him
Just because he's not like everyone else

And love has no limit, it comes
An honest person will find his way just then
When one least hopes and dreams
Because dreams never became unrealistic
Only if a man wants to be happy
The paths of Paradise will be followed and believed with the brain, not with the heart..