We present you a poem from the well known Chechen poet Ilman Yusupov.<\/p>\n
.<\/span> Sad Thoughts<\/strong><\/p>\n The graveyard expands more and more each and every day The jar of my fate will break in flinders some day I often come to the graveyard and stop deep in thought: Ilman Yusupov <\/strong><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" We present you a poem from the well known Chechen poet Ilman Yusupov.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":9650,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"ngg_post_thumbnail":0,"footnotes":""},"categories":[5],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-9649","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-poems"],"views":2324,"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.waynakh.com\/eng\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/9649","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.waynakh.com\/eng\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.waynakh.com\/eng\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.waynakh.com\/eng\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.waynakh.com\/eng\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=9649"}],"version-history":[{"count":6,"href":"https:\/\/www.waynakh.com\/eng\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/9649\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":12261,"href":"https:\/\/www.waynakh.com\/eng\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/9649\/revisions\/12261"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.waynakh.com\/eng\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/9650"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.waynakh.com\/eng\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=9649"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.waynakh.com\/eng\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=9649"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.waynakh.com\/eng\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=9649"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
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\nA dozen of graves are added to an old tombstone.
\nThe mattock of death daily weeds amid those lying in clay
\nAlways keeping an eye on the tillage of life, on its own<\/p>\n
\nBreaking suddenly off the wonderful dream of my life.
\nLearning the death ABC from inscriptions on tombstone plates, so to say.
\nI shall have to make up my last will while I am alive.<\/p>\n
\nThe last trace of my life will break on this spot.
\nMy flesh will become tasteless food for this land, and I,
\nAlong with my soul, will become a delicious meal for the sky…<\/p>\n