The breezes come to us from our shadows,
The butterflies fly from our fingertips,
The fall was an old neighbor,
The leaves turned yellow,
The trees fell down,
When it left.
It’s the season of rain, I write this poem?
Where the words are “forgotten”
Everybody a little like Sizief
We’re all dead Gods as Zoroaster used to say
Coming closer, the darkness of the alleys vanishes in street lights
The lighted candles turn to torches
The lie poems of the world come true in your writing
Let me say
I let open the widows of tomorrows
I believe that the sun shall rise from your hands
Let me say
And know that
Foggy days will come from music notes to the beautiful alleys of the city
When I call you the dreams of the kingfishers vanish in signals of the ships
You tell the soldiers with your glances
You say that
Nobody fires the sky
White clouds are the Peace flags of the skies
How the soldiers can know? How the politicians?
The shoeless child in war scenes
Calls her mom before calling God
Many things are untold in this poem
When my heart pulses, the untold words pain there
It’s the season of rains, I write this poem:
There is a path of one word from us to you.
In our world
Wordlessness kills more than thirst
Umid Najjari was born on 15th of April 1989 in Tabriz-Sout Azerbaijan (Iran). After graduating from Islamic Azad University of Tabriz in 2016, he entered Baku Aurasia University to continue his studies in Philology in Republic of Azerbaijan. “The land of the birds” and “Beyond the walls” are among his published works in addition to some translations. His poems have been published in USA, Canada, Spain, Italy, India, Turkey, Uzbekistan, Iraq, Kazakhstan, Georgia, Chile and Iranian media. He achieved Samad Behrangi award in 2016. He was awarded the Ali bey Hosseinzadeh Award in 2019. He was awarded the International LIFFT festival diploma in 2019. He is a member of Authors Association of Azerbaijan (AYB) and Turkic World Young Authors Association (DGTYB).