Gulsanam Eshnazarova
Published writing
You are My love
You came like the wind, so gentle and free, You are my endless spring, my love, to me. Like a mad soul, I waited for you, My Layli, my Majnun, my love, it is you. Along the road of my life, you are my guide, My strong foundation, my light by my side. Your dark eyes are like precious pearls, My life, my world, my comfort in this world. Tell me, who am I — a poet or a soul in pain? You are the cure…
The little bird
There on the boat, the sailor stayed, His eyes upon a weak bird laid. It beat its wings in silent pain, No other soul around remained. He asked himself but found no way, Why flies this bird alone today? “Perhaps it left its home behind?” This thought kept cutting through his mind. But no — in truth the fault was there, The bird itself had left its care. It turned away from those it knew, And now…
The little bird
There on the boat, the sailor stayed, His eyes upon a weak bird laid. It beat its wings in silent pain, No other soul around remained. He asked himself but found no way, Why flies this bird alone today? “Perhaps it left its home behind?” This thought kept cutting through his mind. But no — in truth the fault was there, The bird itself had left its care. It turned away from those it knew, And now…