Petya Dubarova ( 1962- 1979 ) was very talented bulgarian poetess and writer. During her short life she managed to leave a mark in Bulgarian literature . This is one of her the best poems, written when she was only 13 yrs old . Sadly, she left this world too soon by commiting suicide. I hope you will enjoy the translation as i enjoyed reading it in her mother tongue.
Mournful days and persistent pain Plagiarising our regrets and past mistakes Sapiens embraced equality not long ago Yet morals are murdered in silence Voices are smothered with money and reach Why bother as long as selfish carcass is safe, Denying unity that can resolve all malice Intoxicated with apathy we often go blind these days Times up we must have salvation from wickedness Here's some discerned phrases to pave the way
Disregards for education, we forget the problems Chivalry is dying and so is respect for everyone He was innocent yet Bruised and abused at seven She got butchered by lust driven animals Transgenders hardly left out from these equations Dwelling upon gender while abuse is unbiased Since to own a gender one must be human, While molesters and abusers fail to be one Whereas victims they've become heterogeneous Hence real culprit is malevolent mentality of sapiens The one that fuels this Morbid obsession That devours and disparage every person An ailing disease ingrained within rotten minds, Violence beyond compare Eradicating humanity Times up, we must understand the real devil
As long as awareness is suffocating under apathy, While world squabbles about politics Modernity asking you to embrace money and glory, We'll always shatter hopes of morality They exist as long as humans believe in harmony And it dies when we believe in pure evil Hence the world is what billions will make of it All talks of perspectives are irrelevant Until the tides are turned against the obvious We have improved and created respite indeed Proper knowledge has prevailed in recent times Organisations have worked and solved problems But there's much to vanquish in our journey Times up, we must believe in a world of peace
Some false accusations and disbelief prosper Many real ones dying in ignorance and oblivion Some privileged ones contribute when they want to While many are Oppressed under the same roof We all know its here and where's the solution To deny the Prevailing kryptonite is hazardous Jeopardy is not the amount of abuse going on, Its the fact that most of it can be prevented And yet it has been allowed to happen Together in unity can this demon be conquered If all say times up, there should be no abuse Those eyes must undress their own characters World must be Emancipated from flaws Words must comply with proper Actions The future can be made with more love We are the saviour and we are the destructor One must contemplate which part should be owned And which part should be annihilated from existence Times up, we must build paths for compassion For serene, for rapture and for a better tomorrow
When I rode it for the very first time Was filled with excitement n curious by time Reached the top with some butterflies And some swirling feeling inside But when it ended I faced Happiness n sorrow side by side It was an experience for me But maybe a regret for some N unforgettable for everyone It's a feeling that always hibernate At some corner of our heart n mind!
I experienced it a long time back And now I m Free falling through life.....
A rebellion clamped, grew up like a protuberance blooming out of hydras, and then voices adjourned together as a refuge born of tyranny and outrage, seeking vehemences in adversity, and refusing the umbrella of silence during widespread outbreak of equally waged thunderstorm a well known disparity.
While the minute hand converges to evade the gap between hourglass and time, people still tend to diverge on terrible vengeance of society, lust walks over narcissistic minds smiles get covered by facade of evil chimes, while desirable touches no more mind their own business, that's when seclusion isolate from self esteem.
Reigns of terror are bleak these days, when a woman's skill are labelled by proximity of her body rather than talents, where smitten pioneers feed on her flesh and skin, but time's up when she negotiate pain for someone else's pleasure, time's up when she is harassed and her freedom is disrobed in leisure, but time's up when limits are crossed as her wounds are dug deeper and deeper.
Now it's time to back-stab retaliate fierce over power, emphasize voice over silence bringing out all the hush hush, for wabi sabi exists so does women's rights, time's up not to bear or forgive but to stand for you on yourself, for everything is impertinent in this confined world, till all remains is your decisions and choices. ~bruisingpen