Poetry Land

Forget
Forget me then, forget! Do not recall
That I exist upon this earth at all.
On love’s most inconsolable roads which call
I have become a rut, a bump – that’s me.
 
And even if meadows and garden grasses fade,
And oceans beat on the shore in storms unstayed,
And all of death’s dark shadow stand afraid,
I shall not fear, submission is not for me.
 
For I was saved from grief by one desire,
The pain of imagination set life afire,
And from Gazakh I decided to retire,
Where someone’s eyes made breathing hard for me.
Let fate mock of me, let life laugh too,
Let earlier memories fret, still breaking through,
I see that certainly my poems new
As in a cage will not imprison me.