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Fleeing from Agdam, May 1993<br />
Photo by Oleg Litvin<br />
Fleeing from death,<br />
But leaving behind our lives.<br />
Fleeing from our past,<br />
But leaving behind our future.<br />
Fleeing our homes,<br />
Running towards Hope.<br />
But there was no time<br />
To carry such an extra burden<br />
in the stampede.<br />
So we rid ourselves of<br />
The heavy burden of Hope<br />
Just as we had rid ourselves<br />
Of the other things we couldn’t take<br />
Our cemeteries,<br />
Our homes and hearths,<br />
Our trees and flowers.<br />
Fleeing . . .<br />
There was fear, blood and death<br />
behind us.<br />
But there was nothingness in front -<br />
Not even time.<br />
Running towards emptiness, void,<br />
and timelessness.<br />
Somewhere inside our brains and hearts,<br />
In the hidden depths of our souls,<br />
We felt that this fleeing<br />
Was even more horrible<br />
Than remaining where we were.<br />
But there was no way out:<br />
We were fleeing even from God.<br />
185 LIFE IN MOTION<br />
From now on,<br />
Wherever we go<br />
We will be strangers,<br />
We will be guests,<br />
We will be wanderers<br />
in an alien place.<br />
And though none of us is<br />
an ordinary human being,<br />
We share a common name -<br />
“Refugee.”<br />
Who can dare comprehend<br />
Our unfathomable pain?
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