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şeirlər poems

DARK GROUND,
LOOK AFTER MY MOTHER

I couldn’t pull her load
I couldn’t build her dream house.
Leaving hazy migration
I couldn’t burn near chimney,
I couldn’t settle in her eyes
Like light.
Dark ground, look after my mother.

I didn’t listen to her well-wishing prays
Changed into veined grief.
Settled wrinkle in forehead
I couldn’t receive her illness.
I couldn’t hold her above my eyes,
Dark ground, look after my mother.

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