New poems by poet Vo Van Luyen

Vo Van Luyen is a writer who has lived and written for two centuries. The more time passes, the more Vo Van Luyen's poetry "nests" firmly in the hearts of readers. He is the author of nearly 10 books. It is worth mentioning that the writer has won 16 central and local literary awards and is officially in the ranks of modern Vietnamese writers. On the occasion of the 50th anniversary of the liberation of Hai Lang, Quang Tri Newspaper respectfully introduces a new collection of poems by the son of the rice land: Poet Vo Van Luyen.

Thanks to the river remind me of my age

I lost my birthday

war robbed the sacred day my mother painfully gave birth

the battles of the enemy swept back and forth

age of avoiding bombs and bullets just goes backwards

father worried about his son's dropout

Every night, my mother is afraid of the foolishness of joining the army tomorrow.

North and South are still divided by border.

innocent children, twinkling stars and moon

sleep blows away everything in the world

I grew up under the sound of fireworks

know how to lie on stomach with arms in front of chest

cover your ears to welcome the deafening rain of bombs

know salted rice balls

know mother and father a thousand sleepless nights

know how to cross the river without ferry

know how to walk at night without falling

know dimples still smell of milk

know the river dry the stone wear

know the unfinished oath

thousands of joys and sorrows are hard to expose to the sun.

I lost my age

flirtatious

please don't ask why

At the end of the river of delusion, there is still a heavy load of honesty.

The wet side mother lies

I never heard my mother cry in my childhood.

only see sweat and faded shirt

sad story

tears dive inside

mother never complained

winter planting for hire summer harvesting for hire

rice measured by the can to raise children

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The fire of war spread over the fields

foreign land

Mom is still busy morning and evening

country people join the ranks of the urban poor

not yet anchored

month by month

a future life

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I eat the blessings of life

miss mom long sleepless night

away from mud, away from children's blankets

eyes filled with tears remembering "the wet side mother lay on"

Here

Here the birdsong seems louder.

Here the laughter seems louder

Here children are bolder

Here adults are braver

Here used to be under a thousand degrees of fire

Here blood stains the river

Here each ferry is separated by river

Here both sides wait

The most liberal thing here is the wind.

Here the rain is the heaviest

Here the sun is red like coal

Living here is very much like the old days.

Here bombs and bullets are endless.

Here open eyes see tombstone

Here all feelings are known

Here sweet and bitter are shared

Here, joy and sadness are often talked about less.

Here used to praise good friends

Here love does not require

Here neighbors fairies

Source: https://baoquangtri.vn/chum-tho-moi-cua-nha-tho-vo-van-luyen-191852.htm