IN THE WORLD OF PEOPLE

In the world of people uncomfortable and cold,
The sun warms the hearts less and less.
And kindness, like a ounce of gold,
Tightly hidden in stone of the face.
Oh, these are bystanders looks!
The lion overtakes the running doe.
The hawk torments with a cruel tremor
The partridge in the grass, just look!
Ostrich sweeps in the feathers of contempt:
-Croaks someone as if below?!
And straining patience crocodile
Sharpens its tooth with green bile.
In the world of people all borders are marked.
So as not to pass on the scent of a stranger.
If the hyena passes unnoticed,
There is no way back to her alive.
There are green pastures on the planet,
Chubby hunger entry is prohibited.
There are no homes for homeless people
Even at the cemetery…
Fatty man knows no wealth account.
In the wild savanna instincts howling,
Mother-antelope was killed.
Lioness takes care of a cub,
Hunger in herself drowning.


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