Umid Ali writes

THE UNANSWERED QUESTIONS

You are the sky without stars, 

You are spring without flowers.

Your voice is loud into mountains – 

You are the wind with dead end roads.

You are fire but never disperse, 

You are the mountain but you don’t have a dignity as stone.

You are a day however from morning till evening:

It shoots ices to the night’s breast – a bullet.

A vexation tortures the soul steadily, 

The wet air inside your world.

A space is shiny in dreams, dark in wakefulness, 

In your words… unanswered questions.

You are the sky without stars…

-- tr Asror Allayarov from "The Gate Opened by Angels"

 

Darvaza 2010 -- Julian Bell