Selvije Ahmeti: Poezi

Selvije Ahmeti

Biri im

Për here të pare

Po shkruaj poezi 

Vargjet në varguj

dalin nga zemra                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                             të thurura me mallengjim.

për ty o biri im

Sa shpejtë u rrite 

O drita e syve të mi                                                                                                                                                       

Shkove larg në megrim                                                                                                                     

e ne kemi mallë për ty                                                                                                                    

urojmë shendet e  suksese                                                                                                                 

paç gjithmon në jetë  

                                                                                               

            Nënë

Dora më dridhet duke shkruar                                                                                                                 

Lotët rrjedhin  nga syt e mi                                                                                                                 

“Nënës “ time këto vargje i kushtoj                                                                                                  

 Aromen e saj çdoherë e kerkoj                                                          

Në moshen gjashtë vjeçare isha                                                                                                                         

 ike përgjithmonë na le

emrin” Nënë” kurr nuk thirra si çdo femije                                                                                        

Na ike shumë herët                                                                                                                             

Në lule të rinis                                                                                                                                          

Pas vete le shtatë jetima                                                                                                                                                                   

Të kujtojmë  çdoherë me dashuri                                                                                                             

Jemi rrit pa ngrohtësin tënde

 Cdoherë kem pas nevoj per ty                                                                                                              

 Oh Nëna ime……të qoftë lehtë dheu i zi