Poetry from Nigar Nurulla Khalilova

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Central Asian woman with short blonde hair, a light blue top and a black goat. She's sitting at a table. 

I Once Wondered

What is your meaning, life?
I’m a forge,- it answered,
And you’re my steel for rifle.
But I don’t want to kill,
I’ll never be cause,
Don’t temper me, please,
For the sake of wars.
Turn me into Morality,
I’ll not bow to the golden calf.
Make me Humanity
And to all people cut.
Life finally said: Rejoice!
Work on Future, I give you a choice.



Nigar Nurulla Khalilova is a poet, novelist, translator from Azerbaijan, currently in the Kingdom of Saudi Arabia. Member of Azerbaijan Writers Union. Graduated from Azerbaijan Medical university. Holds Ph,D Degree.