Sparrow Love, Poet - Bahtiyar Hidayet, Azerbaijan

Sparrow Love

So what if

your face is like a flower garden?

My heart, meanwhile, is like a beehive —

your longing has thousands of nests inside me.

And I am allergic to bee venom.

Its medicine is analgin, dimedrol.

Or can you not be

as much as analgin and dimedrol?

The flowers on your face have no nectar,

like artificial flowers

laid upon graves.

I already have diabetes.

I could feed this beehive with sugar too.

Artificial honey would come out.

Besides, everything in this country is artificial.

Let the harvest of my sorrow be artificial too.

Your love is artificial anyway.

But fake analgin and dimedrol do not exist —

because they are too cheap.

Look, on the balcony, swallows

build nests with their mouths.

But the mouths of people like you

destroy homes, destroy nests.

By now I love bees more than people,

I love swallows,

I love cheap medicines.

Be as jealous as you want.

...There are grave flowers on your face.

So many wishes have died inside you,

woman like a homeland.

You are like a homeland.

But I, miserable as I am,

cannot even become a swallow.

I am like a sparrow.

On the crater-like roads

of this ruined homeland,

I foolishly treat muddy puddles

like jacuzzis.

I am like a sparrow.

It is only my sorrow

that makes me look big.

©®Bahtiyar Hidayet, Azerbaijan