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The morning filled is with blossom
but my soul is worrisome
something is missing in this world
is there anyone to be there for the Uyghurs?
Even the corners of these streets
are cold like a city of graveyards
I can’t feel my Uyghurness anymore
my tongue stutters.
It’s difficult to differentiate the seasons
knowing only the falling of leaves
and the growing of blossom
in nights of solitude I mourn,
there is no dawn star I can greet.
Aziz Isa Elkun
Interviewed by Marina Shupac. Poem read by Elkun
All humans have a mother
But all mothers’ fates are different
If you can:
give a bunch of roses on Mothers Day
give her a call on Sunday
visit her often and be with her on Christmas day
So I can say
How lucky you are!
Mother,
Everyone’s mother is an angel …
Mother lives in the heart of a child forever
You are everything for a child
So you are the same for every child
The world will end
Without loving mothers!
Aziz Isa Elkun
If I could pretend tonight
I was stargazing at the winter sky
I was standing alone on the shore
and my lonely shadow followed me
under the glowing moonlight.
Separation makes me homesick
this is human nature
when I seek a remedy for my sadness
the stars twinkle back half closing their eyes
I stand far away from them
but I know my fate lies with the moon
I see the foolishness of the borders we make
when I watch the freedom of the moon’s movement.
Then I see an amazing view
there is a place before my eyes
where everything in nature embraces
all melting into one,
hottest among them is the sun,
it boils, effervescent, and sinks into the dusk.
9th December 2017, London.