Poetry from Munnavar Boltayeva

Young Central Asian woman with straight long black hair and a headband holding a purple flower. She's standing in front of a blurry background of trees.
Munnavar Boltayeva

Munavvar Boltayeva
HUMAN VALUE...

Keep your head high, don't bend at all!
Raise the banner of justice higher!
The father of us all is ODAM ATO,
The name of a person is dear in the world.

Who is black, who is yellow, who is red, it does not matter,
We all have that beating heart
Some have a clean heart, some have a dirty heart.
Hereby parting, for better or for worse,

When you're crying, on the other side of the world,
I can't get food down my throat
If you are a wanderer on the street, homeless,  
How can I sleep in my warm house?

Justice, truth, where are you?  show yourself
Let's see, feel your presence, and relax,
Let everyone know that the world is not black and white.
Show us all the colors of the world.

Today we joined our hearts, joined hands,
Run away, cruel enemies!
If someone does not know the value of a person,
For all evil, Answer before Allah!

Munavvar Boltayeva 

Boltayeva, daughter of Munavvar Yusuf, was born on February 1, 1997 in Zharkurgan district of Surkhandarya region.  While studying at school, she started writing poems and appearing in district newspapers.  So far, four poetry books have been published.  2012 "Intizorim kelmading" 2014 "Yaqinlarim yonimda" 2015 "Bolaligim" and "Ko‘zmunchog‘ing bo‘lay Vatan".

Her works were published in 4 anthologies.  Her poems are published in China, India, Germany, Spain, Colombia, California.  Winner of more than 50 international competitions.  Member of more than 20 international organizations.  Currently, she is working on the translation of his poetry collection, which is expected to be published in Turkey. Her poems have been accepted into international anthologies published in South Africa, Argentina, and Indonesia.

One thought on “Poetry from Munnavar Boltayeva

  1. Lovely¡ for Yr words of perfect wisdom more a highway over grown wth seed and hands that yearn for eyes and heart.
    + Desire.

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