I Call Poem by Vladislav Martynovitch

I Call
I'm not interested in whatsoever "Others"
Will say or feel, or - who knows? ! - even think,
In what as "Massive" is credited by Masses
That blinded could be by a distant Blink,

In Expectations' Fallacies or Falsehood,
In Rise of Falling, Soaring of Crawl,
And "Must" embodied in the Words "we-all-could",
And "Sound of Glory" that Trumpeter stole.

I won't let them judge me and condemn me
For Love of mine that cannot they forgive -
Let perish all pretending and ordaining:
I came to say that "Love" for me means "Live".

Life encompasses what was once forever
The same that One replaces ghostly "All":
For me that's You - and no one is braver,
Than Soul that Someone as "Beloved" call! ..