Heaven is far away – A Bouquet of Poems from Vietnam
Nguyen Xuan Nha, an eminent poet from Vietnam, the Land of Blue Dragon, shares his five poems
Nguyen Xuan Nha
Born in 1954 in Thanh Hoa city of Vietnam, Poet Nguyen Xuan Nha, started writing poetry since 1979. He is the member of Culture and Arts Association of Thanh Hoa and has won Medal for the Cause of Vietnamese Culture and Arts. His poems have been published by many publications including Writers and Works, Song Huong Magazine, Tan Van, Times of Literature, New Literature Works etc. His poetry collections include ‘Whole Life Dreaming’ (1992); ‘God’s Gift’ (1998); ‘Falling Poetry’ (2000); ‘Love without appointment’ (2002); ‘Reunion season’ (2004); ‘River Still Flowing’ (2019).
Heaven is far away
Unrecognizable
Where is the dawn that human awaiting for?
The world is full of guns
Dividedly and hostilely point at each other
Unrecognizable
The booming point
The final scramble may
Lead the life to dust…
Heaven?
Where is heaven?
Heaven is far away…
Heard that heaven is bloodless
No borders
Heaven is at the finished point
Dream of eternal happiness
Of human
From the ancient world
Throughout the process of civilization!
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People in the eternity realm
The hopes,
Arrows pointing to the pride,
Helping us alive!
To overcome the suffering and death
And the worry
To overcome fatigues and constant disappointments
People plant more flowers
Also release more white pigeons
And the flowers
For people, constantly giving fragrance and beautiful color
And the beloved birds
For people, for the world becoming more lovely
Every day flapping wings to rise.
***
Lost Memory
On a finite river
Full of anchoring ships
The sea is so vast
You say that your life is simple
You are not scared…
Where my deep memory – you exist
You are like the moon swimming through the childhood sky
I say that if near to me, you are the most beautiful!
And you smile
The cool smile
Your smile kills so many small joys in my life
Then… day and night passed
Passing through the most beautiful love.
I waited, struggled, and was helpless.
Only the immense sea waves today
Only the past memory moon is yellow light
And on the finite river
Full of anchoring ships
***
Where does the moon shine?
Incomplete loves went far
Incomplete loves returned
The past moon incubated the yellow color
Fate incidentally gathered to a hundred-year story
Her hair blew in the wind
On the old hill, hand in hand dear love
Fate coincidentally contributed to the hundred-year story
Where did you go after the opened door!
Our eyes intertwined
Passionate eyes did not say goodbye
Day by day – through memories
Those who go away that are forever young
Words of love, unfinished
Where does the hundred-year story shine…
***
A Nightmare
Night. The nightmare suddenly came back from a gunfire area
Bringing images of hell
The area without moon or star
The sky was black
Smoke rolled up high
The wreckage of modern tanks and broken planes
Splashing
Soulless corpses curled up on the streets
Tragedy ruined houses…
Night
Appearing the face of a president gradually becoming bored
The unfriendly stubborn face
Endless pouring out tough words
Challenging…
He seems to be far away from the war
Bringing the nightmare continued to reverberate loud explosions
Dried and cold and dire atmosphere
Deadly bullets rolled smoke into the domain of night lightning.
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