Bridge of Love

This time is chaotic, a whirlwind of strife,
I’ve rushed to my people, giving them my life.
The sacred place to me, Shokpartogay,
A witness to the childhood memories of yesterday.

When inspiration filled me and lit the flame,
I wrote in the spring rains, making my name.
“May your future be blessed,” I wish to the land,
To those we knew, now gone from this strand.

I came to share poetry, offering joy,
To soothe the longing in my heart, oh boy.
I turned towards my village, my heart full of pride,
“To cross this bridge, I will open it wide.”

I’ve missed my homeland, haven’t seen it for years,
Where have the days gone? The springs, the cheers?
Old Zhem used to carry us, flowing so strong,
“Monshak” canyon, with no crossing, all along!

Is there land that compares to my birthplace so dear?
That stirs my spirit and brings it near?
The vast plains dance beneath the sky,
In springtime, Zhem roars, rushing by!

The people once lived with endless cheer,
In the small village, where life was clear.
The children of distant villages traveled far,
Hiring a ferry to school, no matter where they are.

The valleys once filled, with flowing streams,
Floods that startled us, beyond our dreams.
When the water returned, covering the green,
The sweet fragrance of the vast land was serene.

With inspiration from the village, I galloped far,
The images of childhood forever in my star.
As a blessing for the future, this bridge I raise,
Let’s call it the "Bridge of Tomorrow's Praise."

My village, for you, I remain true and pure,
Who else could offer such kindness, I’m sure?
As a blessing for good, this bridge we are raise,
Let’s call it the "Bridge of Love’s Embrace."

Let our celebration stretch from dawn to dawn,
With unity, we’ll make our land strong.
If we remain united, with peace in our hearts,
We’ll open the door to joy, where abundance starts.

Copyright © Aibek Kalmaganbetov | Year Posted 2025

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