Poems For Leila

Leila I never wanted to come and see you in eternal sleep,
I never imagined seeing you so in peace,
You contained the world warmly
Alas the world contain you.  London, June 3, 1999

You lie so peacefully my darling
As if you object being disturbed,
I touch your beautiful hands
And feel their warms in my heart!
Why your warm heart turned so cold?
Why you did not wait I kissed you?
Then let me kiss you hundred times
Perhaps I can extinguish my burning heart!  London, June 6, 1999

You were my mother and sisters,
You offered love to those who visited us
You welcomed lonely people to your house
You shed light and joys all around,
Now your home is deserted and is seed
Even your plants are mourning for you
London is mining your presence
The city is covered with dark clouds
Your friends miss you in heart,
The heaven and eyes cry for loving you.
Hoping our cloudy and rainy days
Will follow by everlasting sun shine,
Your soul will be our companion in life,
Though your body fell in deep asleep
Yet your soul still exists with us all.   London, June 6, 1999

You lie like a bride in her bed,
Your hairs spread round your face,
Your beautiful hands lying on your sides
I wish I could have a power to make you move,
I wish I could offer everything to bring you back to life,
It was too early for you to leave life,
I was looking forward for your wedding
I am deeply disappointed to see your waste hand.
Pity you did not survive to have children,
You lived in dream and finished in dream.  London, June 6, 1999

These words are not enough
For expressing how much we miss you!
You had filled our life since your childhood,
You enjoyed the depth of life
And lived three fold in life,
You burned your candle so fast,
And you finished before dawn
Still I see you at horizon
Flying all over the world,
Swimming in the depth of Oceans.
We must remember your flight always,
Though your bird has fallen asleep.  London, June 6, 1999

Leila you rest in a flower garden
Surrounded by young children’s grave,
You are covered by beautiful flowers
Sleep in piece my darling daughter
Rest for ever without disturbance
You chose to rest and sleep in piece.    London, 15 June 1999

It is a Sunday and I visit you
Your eternal residence is like paradise,
You are surrounded by colourful flowers and trees,
I have come to talk to you my dear,
What shall I say my sweet one
What shall I write my poet girl,
My words are not so sweet as yours,
You always put your heart in world I remember.   London, 15 June 1999

Leila your mother miss you most,
Her pale face and tears are unbearable,
She is great and say to me for comfort:
‘Leila wanted to have rest
She was tired of the false world
She tried hard to love the world
But the world was too bad to be loved,
She decided to leave and rest in peace,
We have to accept her decision,
We have to honor her courage,
We have to face the life as it is’.  London 20/6/99

Leila was the person of extremes,
When she was happy she was the happiest,
When she was sad she was the saddest,
She never existed in middle.   London 20/6/99

I am back to Baku Leila
I shall even miss your sleeping beauty,
Though your body fell asleep
Yet all my memories of you became alive,
They have raised their heads with joy
Accompanying me all through my life,
So I do not tell you good bye as usual Leila,
Since you are ever present in my soul
Then there is no need to say good bye to you Leila.  London, 2 July 1999

Life heals pains and grieves
Time makes us forget grief
Let us remember good times
Hope flowers grow upon our thorns.  Frankfort July 2, 1999

Two little girls are playing near their mother,
One is active and noisy who reminds me of Leila,
The other is quiet and busy with herself like Mina
Both are beautiful flowers of life.   Frankfort, July 2, 1999

How lovely to sit together
And have breakfast with family.
This is something the West has lost
Azerbaijan still enjoys this pleasure.  Baku, 5th July 1999

I feel my failing in saving Leila,
I did not listen to my heart’s call:
‘Go back and help Leila
Since you can help everyone!’
Now make everlong by recreating her qualities
Write books in her memory
For every child can read!  Baku, 5 July 1999

Leila was drowning and crying for help.
She was trying to keep herself alive,
She was tired and loosing hope,
I still wish I could have helped her.  Baku, 5 July 1999