Greetings to all of you who left us!
Having left us, may your sorrows be over! If we stood as an obstacle to your happiness,
Poetry: Life
Poems by Akrom Malik, newest first. Pick one for your mood.
At times he does not know where to flee,
A sorrow suddenly gnaws at him from within. His strutting about torments him,
THE WOUNDED BIRD
A bird does not know where To throw itself from the pain.
He was young. An unripe grape he was back then,
A stranger to both torment and delight. Every day was Navruz, every day was Eid,
We said out loud: let girls be accomplished,
Let them provide for themselves, not be in need. Let them live with no hardship, carefree,
It is not the dishonorable army of the enemy —
If anything has besieged us, it is only blessings. And we have built a cage for the heart,
AN ACCOUNT OF MY STATE
I remember — once I used to write poems, It was searching for words and setting them side by side.
If you are no one's dependent,
If you expect no favor from anyone, If freedom shines within your thought,
Time walks without a sound, unhurried, majestic,
It never raises an uproar or a hammer. You feel yourself more lowly day by day,
The rainbow of light that shimmered in the gaze
Today is drained of color: black and white, unfeeling. The outcry of the heart, the thunder of words
Life, it turns out, is a sea. And I am a single ship.
At times a violent storm awakens, Waves like mountains bury my being...
When a wound of the body hurts,
and without a single tear flowing from your eyes we let out a sound, pained and weak —
I have seen nothing funny in this life,
all that I have seen is cause for weeping. From the faintest smile to a roaring laugh