In The World Of People

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In the world of people uncomfortable and cold,
The sun warms the hearts less and less.
And kindness, like an ounce of gold,
Tightly hidden in stone of the face.
Oh, these are bystanders’ looks!
The lion overtakes the running doe.
The hawk torments with a cruel tremor
The partridge in the grass, just look!
Ostrich sweeps in the feathers of contempt;
Croaks someone as if below!
And straining patience crocodile
Sharpens its tooth with green bile.
In the world of people all borders are marked.
So as not to pass on the scent of a stranger.
If the hyena passes unnoticed,
There is no way back to her alive.
There are green pastures on the planet,
Chubby hunger entry is prohibited.
There are no homes for homeless people,
Even at the cemetery…
Fatty man knows no wealth account.
In the wild savanna instincts howling,
Mother-antelope was killed.
Lioness takes care of a cub,
Hunger in herself drowning.
….
(Self-translation from Russian)
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In the world of people uncomfortable and cold,
The sun warms the hearts less and less.
And kindness, like an ounce of gold,
Tightly hidden in stone of the face.
Oh, these are bystanders’ looks!
The lion overtakes the running doe.
The hawk torments with a cruel tremor
The partridge in the grass, just look!
Ostrich sweeps in the feathers of contempt;
Croaks someone as if below!
And straining patience crocodile
Sharpens its tooth with green bile.
In the world of people all borders are marked.
So as not to pass on the scent of a stranger.
If the hyena passes unnoticed,
There is no way back to her alive.
There are green pastures on the planet,
Chubby hunger entry is prohibited.
There are no homes for homeless people,
Even at the cemetery…
Fatty man knows no wealth account.
In the wild savanna instincts howling,
Mother-antelope was killed.
Lioness takes care of a cub,
Hunger in herself drowning.
….
(Self-translation from Russian)
****
Author
Negyar Nurulla Khalilova is a poetess, novelist, translator from Baku city, Azerbaijan. She holds Ph.D. degree from Azerbaijan Medical University, and has been currently staying in Saudi Arabia in connection with her job of a Physician. She is a member of Azerbaijan Writers Union. Negyar Nurulla Khalilova has been published in literary magazines, newspapers and anthologies in Azerbaijan, Russia, Bangladesh, USA over the years. Participated and published in poetry festivals, conducted data in the capital of Texas Austin (AIPF) in 2016-2017.
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