Poem of Ilona Lakatos ( Hungary)

 

In vain...


The flowers of your garden are in vain
in a thousand colors
if there are still drops of the ice flower in your heart
they don't open.

Your pantry is full too
with all kinds of good,
but you don't give it from your heart
for whom even a good word is worth a lot.

You can also take a plane,
you can travel all over the world,
but if you don't have it in your heart,
what it means to walk in the dust of the street,
then you just live for yourself.

You don't even know what it means
if you have friends
who really love
who do not ask, but still give.

Not only their garden is full of thousands of flowers
and their pantry with delicacies,
but they are also rich in hearts,
but not with stinginess,
but with goodness.

Ilona Lakatos
Hungary