Envy Poem by Saniya Galeyeva

Envy

And here`s another baby -
Not mine again, again...
Mum is quite right. I`m shabby.
It`s all my life`s refrain.

No hope, no luck. No, never.
I won`t be someone`s pride.
I`m a mistake, an error.
I should be crucified.

And nobody will love me
As love does not exist
For those who are shabby.
I`m in the losers` list.

I used to be so happy
When sharing all I had
With people. I did like it.
But now they tell me that

I`m nobody and nothing
And I have always been.
They did succeed. I`m shabby,
Betrayed, insulted, mean.
8.09.2019
(tr. "Зависть")


Зависть

И вот ещё одно дитя -
Не у меня.
А мама... Мама, как всегда,
Опять права.

Не "светит" в жизни ничего,
Такой уж век.
А я - ошибка, и мой Бог
Немилосерд.

Любви на всех не хватит. Мне -
Ни крохи, ни куска.
А впрочем, её вовсе нет -
Одна тоска, тоска.

Я счастлива всегда была
Лишь за других.
Вся моя жизнь - только борьба
За саму жизнь.

С кем ползала - теперь летят.
Я ж не у дел.
А радость превратилась в яд.
Так Бог хотел?
1.09.2019

Wednesday, November 27, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: disappointment,envy,life
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
The translation of my Russian poem "Зависть"
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Anil Kumar Panda 27 November 2019

You are shabby, mean or boring. When you can write such beautiful poetry you can't be all that. Nice poem with a sweet flow. It makes an interesting reading.

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Saniya Galeyeva

Saniya Galeyeva

Russia, Orenburg region, Sorochinsk
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