BAHTIYAR HIDAYET

 

 

Delicacy Research Center

 

Dear friend, recently

A Space Research Center was established in the country,

And for this center

A large area of ​​land was allocated by the Ministry of Agriculture.

 

There will be abundance -

Thanks to the Milky Way galaxy

Milk and cheese will increase on our table.

Just be a little patient.

 

The electricity department

Will serve the population well -

Just need to wait a light year.

 

The gas department

Will serve the population well -

We will observe gas clouds in the galaxy,

The gas limit and gas debts will be forgotten.

 

The water department

Will serve the population well -

Our eyes will water constantly,

We are about to find water on Mars,

Water bills will be forgotten.

 

The galaxies will be mapped,

Your agricultural land -

Although it is not yet possible to find it on the map.

So, my friend, be patient a little,

 

Everything will be fine in the future -

Eat your hopes,

 

Hopes are delicious like delicacies.

 

The Cardiogram Of Nature

 

Rain

There was a time when the skies were calm,

Then the skies suddenly thundered like a spark of genius.

A torrential rain fell —

Every drop a word, every stream a verse.

 

The trees bathed

The mist was a white towel — they dried themselves.

 

The earth was cracked, thirsty for water,

The waters crept to heal its wounds.

 

The drops leaped and jumped with joy

As if bringing revelation, the drops that descended from above

The news came from heaven — this year will be abundant.

 

The earth joined in the celebration

For this divine ceremony, God

Sprinkled white sugared almonds from heaven — it rained.

 

The plains were on the verge of death,

Until the sudden lightning flashed.

That curved, sharp line

Like a cardiogram —

Nature will live.

 

The drops merged and became a flood, my brother.

But I regret that precisely when we are together, we either create a useless party,

Or crush the weak,

Or create a criminal gang.

 

White clouds in the sky

They acted with self-satisfied confidence,

As if they had undergone a complex medical operation —

Without bribes, without gifts.

 

But there was a poet in the hospital

He did not receive treatment because he had no money.

All the paths of his life were straight lines,

Only the line of his heart was crooked.

...It seems that soon that line will also straighten out,

He thinks about his children

His tears are like rain

 

BAHTIYAR HIDAYET

 

BAHTIYAR HIDAYET: Born in 1974 in the Gazakh district of the Republic of Azerbaijan. Began his creative journey during his secondary school years. Has authored and published four books of poetry in Azerbaijan. Has served as a history teacher for 28 years. Married, with three children. His poetry has been published in many countries around the world.