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şeirlər poems

THE CLOSED WINDOW

I
More than twenty years
A name by your name
Lives in this place
As black as your fate.
In the oath of the niggers
Big name of “a small man”,
Could not be placed
With his wings and persistence,
Nelson Mandela!

II
You gave hand to the friend
Your hand could not reach to him...
And it writhed you with pain.
You gave hand to the sky,
Your hand could not reach to it
And made you squirm.
Light of hope washed away
The dark stain in your eyes...
By light what we mean
Is a breathed air, a piece of bread,
And a sip of water.

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