06/10/2025
Postoje duše koje ne traže mnogo — samo mir u zadnjoj luci života. ⚓
Ova pjesma je posvećena svima koji su sami, ali nikad nisu prestali vjerovati u dobrotu i Boga.
ZADNJA LUKA
Gledao je u daljine,
dok mrak jutrom bježi.
Iz grudi se uzdah ote,
stari ožiljci još su svježi.
Gledao je, ćutao dugo,
dok tišina sobom ječi.
Klonuo bi, pa opet stao,
pred Bogom se samo kleči.
Želio je malo sreće,
neki osmijeh, riječ blagu.
Nosio je breme života,
sad godine uzeše snagu.
Osluškivao i čekao,
da čuje korake znane.
I tako već godinama,
sam u tišini broji dane.
Nikog nema da pokuca,
da stisne drhtavu ruku.
Kao stari brod na moru,
uplovio je u zadnju luku.
(autorska prava zaštićena)
Autor: Senad Zečević
06.10.2025.
Bosna i Hercegovina
🇧🇦
---
There are souls that don’t ask for much — only peace in the last harbor of life. ⚓
This poem is dedicated to all who live in silence, yet never stopped believing in goodness and in God.
THE LAST HARBOR
He looked into the distance,
as darkness fled the dawn.
A sigh escaped his chest,
old scars still not gone.
He watched, silent for long,
while the quiet softly moaned.
He would fall, then rise again,
before God, he bowed alone.
He longed for a trace of joy,
a smile, a gentle tone.
He carried the weight of life,
as the years claimed his own.
He listened and waited,
for familiar steps to appear.
And so for years he counted days,
alone, with silence near.
No one comes to knock,
nor take his trembling hand.
Like an old ship at sea,
he has reached his final land.
(copyright protected)
Author: Senad Zečević
06.10.2025 – Bosnia and Herzegovina 🇧🇦
🇧🇦