Monsif Beroual (Morocco)

Monsif Beroual (Morocco)
 
He was born in Midelt, Morocco, on October 19th, 1994. He studied a Licence in Public Law at Sidi Mohammed Ben Adlallah University in Taza, Morocco. Multi awarded and renowned poet. Awarded with the Excellence Prize in the World Poetry Championship Romania 2019. A star of Peace by Poetry Canada 2018. Winner of the prize – Pablo Neruda medal award 2017. Recipient of the Pentasi B. World International Poetry Award in Africa, Ghana 2016 and Pentasi B. World Hyderabad Poetry Award, India 2017.
Director of Morocco at the International Writers Capital Literature Foundation established in India. Director of Youth in Morocco. Youth Cultural Ambassador to Morocco in Inner Child Press U.S.A, Co – Organizer in the International Festival of Cultural Diplomacy and Humanitarian Poetry, fifth edition at Rabat, Salé, Morocco 2018. Editor of the Anthology: Feelings International Artists Society, Vol. II. His poems have been translated into Spanish, French, Chinese, Polish and Arabic; read them on radio programs in: Canada, Chicago, Argentina and Mexico. His poems have been published in different international journals and anthologies around the world.
 
 
MY HOLLY MUSE
 
Our life is like a song
Writing by gold
In every word
Filled of joy
We are in love
Like spring’s season
Fully of beauty.
She is my muse
The ink of love fills my heart
Word after word
Made by gold
Carried by wind
Whispers in my ears
Rock my heart
Shaking my soul
Burns, burns, with the fire of love
Burning us
Dancing under the moon’s light
Reaching the skies
The seven skies
There’s no limit
For our love
Is infinity love
As the space and time
Endless
Cause she is
My holly muse
My living poem
And my heaven gift.
 
 
 
REFUGEE
 
Bring me back to my town
where I belong
I missed all
my friends
my childhood
and all the walls.
It was so wonderful
and now all is destroyed
like it never was
my town
my town
my town
I try to scream so loud
but no one hears
my tears.
 
I still have just the memories
from the past lives on my mind
my stories with my neighbors are gone
and every innocent kid
their dreams were raped
children dies
and history like never exits.
I’m just a number now
without identity
like a dead man
counting the stars in the sky
waiting the consciences
to hear their cries
and their pains
to hold them again
and lead them to their town.
 
 
 
MIRROR OF HOPE
 
Woke up this morning
With the voice’s whispers in my ears
Led me to that mirror
I saw humans
Brothers and sisters
I saw the wars everywhere
I saw the strong eating the weak
I saw friend betrays his friends
And I saw racism still stand tall between us
Terrorists menacing everywhere
Where is the bright future for us?
I’m not the messenger
I’m not an angel
I’m not perfect
I’m just a human who feels the taste of defeat
Tries to change the situation through that faint voice
I look like a blind who walks in daylight
Policy made us enemies
And we forgot
We are from one race
Humans, brothers and sisters
I wonder where did the white dove gone!
 

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