Bloody Poem Night, dead silence, darkness Weather is very good, city is noiseless. Fire from the rifle draws a circle of flame in the middle of the night. Gunfire cut the silence the dream of freedom ... Morning of this night Will open with the death. Interesting is that, Where is the Almighty of this Earth? Catching fire from the rocket, your prosperous land is falling apart, From a big huge building only hills have left on the ground. Blood on the lips of the night And .... and you're nowhere. Tomorrow your parents would be go to work. you would be going to school... But your bag is damaged on the ground bullet holes in books... your things are sprawled on the land ... I also washed my face with this poem in blood and I buried hundreds of people without graves Please don't pass by my poem read and then sleep... War Is Like A Hungry Wolf War is like a hungry wolf sharp teeth, long claws, it has the greedy appetite and greedy soul. Its eyes full of with blood and invaded the world Everywhere death .... everywhere tears. Pieces of human bodies ... from the gun blast are laid on the ground. Staring this scene... everyone’s eye is widened. What's your fault, baby, your dreams are broken, your sweet dreams are disappearing ... On dead mother's bloody chest baby looks for milk with his lips. Glasses of old man got dirty, underfoot with weak eyesight. The life of trees was also disrupted, happiness rose into the air... like the black fume. Birds, worms, ants, insects, insects underground... no one can find a place for hiding. Empty bird nests were also caught in the bullet. There is nothing visible ... around except bullets, groans and pain. Hundreds of people took tin instead drop of water, dark-red blood flows everywhere. Soldiers run here and there, someone pulls the gun from his shoulder, that's enough, you're tired too, he says go home, your mother is waiting for you... And flag in one hand, bread in another... two schoolchildren want to have only the peace. World Would Reach To Everyone Wheel of fortune turned in the world, Oppression, obstinacy and death … appears from all sides. Many battle-fields on the map, and destroyed dwellings And Palestine is ... one of them There is corner for everyone in the world... which was given by Almighty. Everyone is able to earn, live, eat and drink, and would find warm corner for the living. But the world, that has been divided so many times. They think to destroy again and again They don't interest about war... they have no heartache; their houses aren't destroyed... People, Let's get together, don't let the world fall apart Black, yellow, white skin people, I call you all, I think about you all ... I think about mothers, I think about children... And adults ... they can sit at the shade of the tree, chatting, drinking tea and sharing good memories from their life... Youngs love... gets married... builds a new family, and the blue sky would become to the roof over everyone's head... Translated Into English : Mesme Aliyulla Qizi Ismayilova
SHAHNAZ SHAHIN
SHAHNAZ SHAHIN (Shahnaz Feyzulla kizi Babayeva) Poet-publicist Shahnaz Shahin (Shahnaz Feyzulla kizi Babayeva) was born in 1956 in Azerbaijan Sabirabad region . She is member of the Writes and Journalists Unions of Azerbaijan. She has been awarded to the President’s Prize in 2019, and in 2018 to the International Prize of Rasul Rza. She published many poems, stories on Azerbaijani Press from 1996. Her many poems had been translated into foreign languages, and took place on different websites and magazines. She is also the author of many books. These books were published in Turkey, Kyrgyzstan, the South Azerbaijan. It was composed many songs to her poems. Married, has 3 children.
Beyond The River Beyond The Sea 