Poem by Tarana Turan Rahimli (Azerbaijan)
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What kind of place, what time is this?
Who sent me to this place?
This road once saw ogre people
And let me be in trouble for hundred times.
Those whom I felt they couldn’t feel me,
They weren’t tired of making me grieve.
They didn’t let any empty room in my inside,
Tell me, where can I hide myself in?
They considered my spring to be winter,
Whatever I did they were confused.
I kept silence so much they thought I am a stone
They built me in the walls…
Translated from Azerbaijani into English by Sevil Gulten
Remarkably touching poem of not being understood and devalued.Extraordinary approach and outstanding presenration.
very touching write, great translation. god bless both of you .