Letter to the mother

Mom, don’t wait for me,
Crying nightly, daily.
It rains here in the fields,
Screaming heart-rending.
Mom, don’t injure my soul
With eyes swollen from insomnia.
Sunrise each morning, I saw,
Bloody light sobbing.
How I would like to kiss,
Dry your bitter tears.
How can I live in peace,
If you yourself not despair?!
At the scope of the eagles, there,
In the farewell procession mountains.
Take off the black cover,
Straighten your shoulders, smile!
Look at that height right under sky,
Flag pulling hands to you.
I am your son, I am alive,
Leaving homeland to you.



Nigar Nurulla Khalilova, poet, novelist, translator from Azerbaijan, Baku city, currently in 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.