Orinbayeva Dildara
By: Orinbayeva Dildara
I thought that poems would end with happiness,
It’s candlelight, it’s dark.
I couldn’t write poems because of happiness,
The candle burned in vain.
I thought that poems would end with happiness,
Every word is from love.
I write poetry, I have not broken my promise
But from the hatred that I have in my heart.
I thought that poems would end with happiness,
Like Layla,
My prince is even stranger than Majnun,
I don’t know why I am happy.
My life is a simple tale,
Not ordinary, not even a fairy tale
I have pain, grave heart,
Poetry is my comfort.
I’m patient as a poet,
I burn, I get tired, I don’t die.
The world is now on fire.
I will answer as a candle.
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