Poetry from Nigar Nurulla Khalilova

Light skinned Central Asian woman with short blond hair and a tight blue top under a black sweater, seated at a brown wood table.

The mood 

Cats lie on trash bins with tales pointed south,

Arabic Simoom blow high up to heavens.

The gawkers today better shut their own mouths,

The curious sand will get under the palate.

Cars hide under canvas that is set adrift

Dust busily gets under every eyelid.

The nature presents with a very harsh gift

The heart in the chest just refuses to beat.

Today I don’t love me and I don’t love you,

I’ll be the wind that makes all the roofs shutter.

Don’t mind me, friends, I’m feeling blue,

And verses are born that don’t really matter.

Nigar Nurulla Khalilova is a poet, novelist, translator from Azerbaijan, Baku city, currently in the Kingdom of Saudi Arabia. She is a member of Azerbaijan Writers Union. Nigar N. Khalilova graduated from Azerbaijan Medical university, holds a Ph.D degree. She has been published in the books, literary magazines, anthologies and newspapers in Azerbaijan, Russia, Saudi Arabia, USA over the years. Nigar N. Khalilova participated in poetry festivals and was published in the international poetry festivals anthologies. Conducted data in the Austin International Poetry Festival (AIPF), 2016-2017.

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