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Nigar Arif was born in 1993 on 20th of January in Azerbaijan. She studied at Azerbaijan State Pedagogical University in the English faculty in 2010- 2014.  Nigar  Arif  is a member of the “World Youth Turkish Writers’ Union” and graduated from “III Youth Writers’ School” in “Azerbaijan Writers’ Union”. She is also a member of the “International Forum for Creativity and Humanity” in Morocco. Her poems have been partially translated into English, Turkish, Russian, Persian, Montenegro, and Spanish and have been published in different  countries.  She was a participant of  “ IV LIFT- Eurasian Literary Festival of Festivals“ which was held in Baku in 2019. She is going to be one of the participants  of the “30 Festival Internacional De Poesia De Medillin” in 2020.  

When You Left 

I used to see the flushed eyes of life 

in the geography classes, 

I used to see the truths that erupted like volcano, 

and plains  

on which was creeping the lies  

under the truth, 

I used to see fell down knees  

of the highest mountains, 

The same wind was blowing in all countries, 

The same rain was raining all over the world… 

I was a country myself, 

Yes, I was… 

When I wanted to subdue the country like you 

my heart was shaking  

like it was an earthquake; 

sweet waters were running, 

pure springs were running  

in the bottom 

of the most rocky and barren lands. 

I used to see the beautiful faces of the best creatures 

in the far-off places… 

When you left… 

When you left, 

I realized that 

human being is the biggest iceberg; 

he is melting for years  

and flowing to dying… 

The clock is slow 

Look at the world’s clock 

It’s an hour slow. 

Either joy is late, 

Or life is drowned by sorrow. 

Even if it talks and laughs 

like a happy old man. 

The world’s laughs are lame 

as the tired past. 

He’s begging or seeking 

with a wishful hand. 

And spends the days on steps 

Fighting against the wind.  

Out of the sweeper’s eyes 

Falling his nights. 

The broom in the calloused hands 

wakes up the sleepy streets. 

He is a driver on the bus 

Passenger in the wishes, 

Looking for his fate 

With the hope to change. 

Look at the world’s clock 

It ‘s an hour slow. 

Let’s set up it anew,  

For a better life than now.