Literature

The Chair – Poetry from Azerbaijan

Four-legged creatures are more reliable and safe than these two-legged creatures.

But more than those four-legged creatures,

A four-legged chair is more reliable.

Bahtiyar Hidayet, a poet from Azerbaijan, shares his seven short poems 

Bahtiyar Hidayet-Sindh CourierBahtiyar Hidayet, born in 1974 in the Gazakh region of the Republic of Azerbaijan, graduated from university in 1995 and has been working as a history teacher since 1998. Wrote poetry since high school and has 4 poetry books published in Azerbaijan.

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My friend, it is a fact that

Four-legged creatures are more reliable and safe than these two-legged creatures.

But more than those four-legged creatures,

A four-legged chair is more reliable.

Even if we sit on it and rest,

We can safely lean on it.

But if one day we are hanged from a gallows,

The reason for this will be that most reliable creature,

That is, a chair.

Look, life is so unreliable.

The Greatest Wish

A woman dressed in black

Cries at her husband’s grave

But when he was alive,

He made her sick with his constant nagging

Now he won’t let her rest even in the grave

He even took a seat next to her

And her late husband,

Wishes her long life in the grave…

A thousand years, a million years.

Poet

A poet is like a lamp —

He cannot shine unless he is hanged.

But this is a different kind of hanging:

The stool stands beneath the executioner’s feet.

Old Man

Old man

His zipper is open.

Yes-

If someone has died in the house,

The gate should be left open.

Flight

For the first time, he boarded a plane

He gave his life

And bought a ticket

For the “Home – Cemetery” flight.

But it was a wooden plane—

One passenger only,

With countless pilots.

Slice of hot pepper

A slice of hot pepper in the salad

Burned my tongue, my lips

Then my eyes caught a headline:

Sex workers staged a protest

Their main slogan read:

“We didn’t give birth to the politicians!”

A far more bitter reality

I found no words to respond—

My tongue froze, my lips too

Body

Body 90-60-90

But tongue one meter

Run, my friend,

If you want to live to 90!

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