Bookcafe Poem by Atagulla Satbaev

If you sit in front of the window...
(Life in a hurry behind a wide mirror)
You have a book in your hands.
(About love,
For me an unknown author)
Your cheeks are being crushed,
Your eyebrows are up and down.
Words slipping from your lips
I re-created the meaning in my dreams.
The hair that covers your eyes
you push back with your hands.
Maybe,
tired of reading -
you look around and analyze.
Ignoring me
you can't get out of your position.
My eyes stopped reading the book:
They are staring only on the exposed surface.
You are packing everything and hurry to the door...
Gone...
the rays of my hope were extinguished.
From an open book -
What you're reading
sorrows moved to the heart...
The book you choose
'Why not mine! ? '
The resentment came to my mind.
I regret for the first time in my life
For not being able to write it as a poet...

I will be waiting for you tomorrow,
right here -
In the BOOKCAFE...

Will you be there? !