Living walls between us – Poetry from Uzbekistan
Atagulla Satbaev, a young poet from the land of ancient Silk Route shares his poetry
Living devils between us.
They will not fall.
They are eternal…
Atagulla Satbaev was born on August 10, 1995 in Nukus city of Uzbekistan. His poems were published in local magazines and journals.
Living walls between us
There are living walls between us.
Draw an invisible boundary
What is the benefit of our separation?!
It parts us from our love.
Ruthless living walls between us.
It is like dying is not meant for them
The tears are just a sight to behold.
(Didn’t they face with the passion!?)
Living walls between us.
They part us, even the paths
Constantly looking at us…
We are moving apart further.
Living devils between us.
They will not fall.
They are eternal…
***
Drown the hourglasses into water,
Put a rope around the neck of time
Released its the last breath.
Tied the clock hands to the stone
I tried to hold off the life
And live.
But –
Could not stop
My heart
Screaming
Just like a clock in my chest…
It is not true when they say
We are lack of power when it comes to the time:
Time loses –
When it stops beating
My heart…
***
Unbelievable palmistry
My tongue is crooked, honestly –
I cannot look into your eyes.
Scattered line on my palm is connected to my destiny
I deceive myself just like that.
I am wandering of searching the line of love in my hand,
Without finding it in my life…
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