Who are you, talent?

Author: Vagif Gadzhyiev


Through the centuries of Earth,
through the endlessness of stitches,
of the colored plexus threads
fate begets long-waited talent.

Talent’s not a slave, it’s fresh
just like youth; unwary may be ...
So kind, naive and innocent,
thus doomed to grief to very end.

Heavy is the Talent’s cross,
on the contrary hand’s light.
Trembling, impudent, encouraged,
but by jealousy disparaged.

Sprout tends up to the Sun,
Coolness of the grove delights.
How sweet it is the scent of life!
Why people lie to put it down?

Talent’s like mushroom will push.
Possesses heavenly connections.
Though not a perfect gift of God,
Incomprehensible, lasts ever.

Stands like a warrior in midst
out of time and space regardless.
As always young, invincible,
not hugged alas, without swagger.

To him and only to him
the beauty essence is well known.
Affectionate to Eternity from within
On scales puts the soul.


Picture taken from the Internet. Extend thanks to the author.