Poems

Stones And Wood I Wept
Sibela Bala

Life brought a great flood
A castle covered me with troubles
I could no longer bear it
Even though my eyes were filled with oil.

Ah my life, how you chased me
You advertised great troubles to me
You never had mercy on me
You brought tears of suffering to me.

As I wanted, it didn't work out for me
Even my birth fate didn't take me
The next round of troubles has come
I don't know how I'll come out of it.

My dreams remained in the drawers
A great aunt is killing me
I don't know how I'll manage
For me, not even a bell rings.

The troubles of the troubles don't clear the way
Paths ours remained busy
I took another look
My trouble is the aunt of the word.

The old men of the weather said in vain
Don't add to the trouble today
They don't make me feel like a drop of tears
I don't feel the trouble from the weather.

I have this mountain and I have this field
I have a drop of tears over my gills
Night and day I have been going
I have wept over stones and wood.



Darling
Sibela Bala

You came as 15 spring
You came as a 15-day-old moon
You came as a flower of a garden
You came like a green light
You are full of love and soul
You are my sweet.


You woke up my dreams again
Thank you very much, love
You and my heart
Full of smiles and kindness
You and only you
You know how to make me feel good again
Beloved again
You and only you.

You are the moon that illuminates me
You are the sun that always fills me
You are my beautiful scent
That always relaxes my soul
It calms me down
You are my beauty always
Your beautiful face always
What kind of love will you get, you add to me
You and only you dear.




Will You Remember Me?
Sibela Bala


I've always loved you
You never believed me
I have always adored you
Why didn't you appreciate me?
I always misunderstood you
And you never tolerated me,,


It will come one day soon
You asked me
They will remember my good deeds
The love I gave her
Hugs and the time I dedicated to you
You will regret it a lot
Why didn't you respect me?


There will come a day that you begged for
I'll tell you again
It will be too late for you
I might have dripped tears from my eyes
Yes, I will not be your destiny
You will ask me again
I won't be by your side, don't be surprise.


About the Poetess:
The author Sibela Bala, born in Albania, completed her studies in Albania, then took her journey to immigrate for a better and more stable living income, but she never gave up literature. which I have a passion for since birth, where later even at school, dignity was extended in every parameter of time.

*Collected from the poetess by Md Ejaj Ahamed of Aurangabad, Murshidabad, West Bengal, India*