Self-portrait of prayers

Written by: bekim tocani

Self-portrait of prayers 


Millions of soul’s prayers and immensity of groans

In human language only as whispering sighs

Torment cannot paint an ancient longing

Even a word is not tempting the Lord, neither tonight


Please Lord, help the children

Bring me more of mother’s fragrance

Words of father sculpt in my forehead wrinkles

On my lips let me kiss the love of sisters                                                       

Do not sent away century embracement of my brother


Feed my grandchildren with letters and knowledge

Friends and the tribe cover me only with prosperity

Oh Lord of mine, cover humanity with more goodness


I remained locked in my loneliness, oh Lord

I don’t know a self-portrait even tomorrow,

Cannot redo nor today