NIGAR NURULLA KHALILOVA

 

        

Not Crying Baby

 

Under the rubble, the collapse of the wall,

Sitting three-year not crying kid,

In the screaming hell,

Like a wild beast from the sky,

Among the layers of exploding roofs.

With the stroke of eyelashes

Blood drops in the eye,

Sliding on the check.

Small hand silently rubbing the eyelid,

Palm red spots for the first time.

Stepmother- war mixes with the dust

Mop of chestnut hair tenderness.

Splinters dug into the snow-white feet.

My angel, what are your fault7!

Well, at least cry, baby,

I’m no longer able

To look into your innocent eyes.

You are my clean world,

You are more than all!

So, you lived

I have died a hundred times!

 

                       ***

The Girl Of Lugansk

 

Barefooted walking girl on the street

In prickly frost of morning hours,

On icy slippery scald- head of the earth,

With broken bloody knees.

Standing up and falling down,

Going alone nowhere,

Teared away from the world and herself.

Becoming more wicked.

Cold touching upon the bones

Of the kept silent victim.

Passers-by not finding any word.

Somebody tightly hiding the neck

Under fox collar,

Feeling sorry deep in the heart,

But not asking her anything.

Another one looks askant at the girl,

Expressing the contempt.

…Oh, Empire Judge!

Sometimes we can hang

The lock of indifference,

Not hear the dumb scream for help.

We are deaf like caterpillars,

No demand from us.

And the conscience becoming blind,

The fire in the eyes is gone.

                                           ***

 

I’ll never forsake you, I promise,

I’ll grow like strong wall for support,

And my prayer for you will be flawless,

It will soften the heart of the Lord.

All the falls, misery, addiction

And the poison of doubts and words,

Concentration of toxic affection

And the illness that bothers and hurts, -

We just left them behind, we have managed.

And an incredible price has been paid.

We have washed off all sin and all damage,

There is no looking back and no fear,

New inviting alluring plans,

Through all hardships the stars are so near,

Will go firmly forth hand in hand!

I can’t leave you just like you demanded,

Oh, if only the Lord keeps me in,

Some may slander that we are enchanted,

But allegiance to charms is akin.

 

NIGAR NURULLA KHALILOVA

 

NIGAR NURULLA KHALILOVA: A poet, novelist, translator from Azerbaijan, Baku city, currently in Kingdom of Saudi Arabia. She is member of Azerbaijan Writers Union. Nigar N. Khalilova graduated from Azerbaijan Medical university, hold Ph.D. degree. She has been published in the books, literary magazines, anthologies and newspapers in Azerbaijan, Russia, Saudi Arabia, USA over the years. Nigar N. Khalilova participated in poetry festivals and was published in the international poetry festivals anthologies. Conducted data in the capital of Texas, Austin city, Austin International Poetry Festival (AIPF), 2016-2017.