Eralieva Umutkan Polotovna, a renowned poet and writer from Kyrgyzstan, a country shrouded in mysteries and legends, and heir to the ancient empires of Central Asia, shares her three poems

Eralieva Umutkan Polotovna was born on July 12, 1968 in the village of Kok-Zhar, Nookat district, Osh region. She owns two higher degrees. She graduated from the Accounting Department of the Scriabin Agricultural Institute. By profession she is economist, accountant. In addition to it, she also graduated from the State Pedagogical University in speech therapy (speech pathologist).

Eralieva Umutkan is a poet, writer, and publicist. Member of the National Union of Writers of Kyrgyzstan (2011), the Union of Journalists of Kyrgyzstan (2014). Member of the Writers’ Union of North America (2021), Eurasian Creative Guild (London) (2021), author of ten books; Laureate of more than 260 international literary festivals and competitions. Her works have been translated into more than 62 languages of the world. She is participant of more than 80 world literary almanacs, newspapers, magazines, anthologies, websites. Literary editor of four international English-language journals.

She is also literary editor of the world’s popular English-language international electronic magazine “Kavya Kishor” in Bangladesh (Dhaka). General Director of the International online publication ‘Skylark Poetry SPI’ (Dhaka) in Kyrgyzstan; academician of the Brazilian Literary Academy ‘Alegro’. At the international forum in Morocco, she was sent out a certificate “Ambassador of the world”.

She was awarded the medal “Icon of Peace” of the World Peace Institute in Nigeria (Africa). In 2022, the music for the author’s song “Stop the War” was composed by the famous Polish composer Zbigniew Roth.

HAPPINESS HAS COME

(After 22 years, I returned to the world of creativity)

It’s late, but happiness still came rushing:

“I will reveal the secret today, the way!”

Happiness said, taking my wrists,

I want to scare away “sluggish” dreams.

 

Everything was distributed, it seemed, as it should be,

And only I was deprived.

And no matter how much I asked, it’s all in vain,

After all, the dream was not fulfilled.

 

Life is like a camel’s hump… it’s true,

Then a wild hawk, then like a nightingale.

I turned feelings into ice – it’s annoying,

But I believed in the sincerity of people.

 

Fate was sifting us through a sieve,

I didn’t give up, I gained strength.

From the bad days, only resentment remains,

And the good days passed like a fairy tale.

 

A leaky bottom is an empty hope,

I have to fix the flaw myself.

And no matter how much I suffered,

I waited for happiness, driving away the dope.

 

I didn’t give up, I looked sad,

Suffered humiliation and anger,

But life has changed dramatically,

Happiness has come, there are no sad tears.

 

The morning returned again after the night,

The withered grass of longing has burned down,

Happiness has come, there are no flaws, wormholes,

The soul rejoices in spite of troubles.

 

Only the patient wins in life,

Who believes in goals, confidently goes,

They will turn the corner, and there victory awaits,

The sky does not always pour gray rain.

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MOUNT GAUYAN

(The mountain, which is located in the city of Aydarken)

The blue of heaven, without one flaw,

Is supported by the mountains of Gauyan.

Rocky heights of Aydarken,

Stuck in my heart invariably.

I wish the motherland a lot of good

And in my prayers I ask all the time:

 

– Let my land live flourishing,

Without troubles, shocks, I pray for this.

I want Kyrgyz people to live for centuries,

So that we ourselves are in good health.

And in this most holy land,

There was wealth in a huge number!

 

I saw an eagle’s nest,

And it has become so firmly embedded in my memory,

On the slopes of majestic mountains,

I remember the nest since I was a teenager.

I am full of good hopes,

Thoughts take off all boundlessly,

Admiring the multicolor of flowers,

 

I admire beauty without words.

And it lifts the mood,

I want to capture a moment,

Oh, how many secrets are on your stones.

The mountains of Gauyan, I give you a poem.

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WATER IS THE SOURCE OF LIFE

(Glaciers are a natural resource of Kyrgyzstan)

The mountains of my homeland,

There are glaciers on the peaks,

As if painted,

They are Pearly.

 

Mountains – ascended,

To the sky, to the clouds are close.

Mountains are unchangeable,

I admire – so high.

 

Glaciers – environment,

They make you feel good!

Mountains have a mindset,

The thoughts of the elders have already.

 

Glaciers on the peaks,

If there is you, there is life!

Stay like ice floes,

We can’t go our separate ways.

 

Therefore, it is necessary,

Protect their environment,

Appreciate and know the truth:

Without them we will get into trouble.

 

Only, alas, we do not hear

We are harassing the Mother Earth.

How can we in this life,

The main thing is not to notice?

 

Glaciers you be eternal,

Everyone needs to take care of water,

After all, the resource is not infinite

We can’t get into trouble!   

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