Toktarali Tangharik
Horses
Toktarali Tanzharyk/Qalam
From the gray haze, a neighing sound
Echoes through the misty ground
With hoofbeats that shake the earth
And stir the heart, the wind's rebirth
In the empty steppe, with sticks and hooks,
We search for them, the nomad's steeds
Dark, bay, or gray, we cannot know,
Their coats' true colors in time's flow
Like us, they fade beneath the sun,
Swallowed by time and road's long run
Their mane and tail, a flowing stream,
In dreams alone, their presence seems.
As twilight yawns, history's might
Erases traces of their flight
I'd ride them through the steppe's embrace,
But poets' dreams are fleeting space
In silence now, my soul I mend,
With tulips of longing, I transcend
Wormwood blooms, time's spring has come
Yet still, my heart feels empty, numb
In twilight's embrace, I long to neigh,
But where, oh where, have horses strayed?
Toktarali Tangharik was born in the year 1982 in the Kunes District of the Ili Region in Eastern Turkestan. A poet and the author of the collection "Night Pages."
