To flee the heavily-bombed city.

My “craziest journey” by bicycle unharmed.


From Severodonetsk to Bakhmut.

At least two air strikes near me.


There were holes on the road.

Everything there was smashed up.


It’s a frontline road, after all.

Thank God, there were no corpses.


If one shell landed close then

most likely ‘orcs’ wouldn’t hit there again.


I could hear ‘orcs’ warplanes coming from a distance.

I found a ditch to lie in and laid.


When I was riding my bike,

I didn’t really feel fear so much.


It was more a sense of anger:

“This is my land, this is my country!”


“Whether you like it or not,

I will complete this journey!”


This feeling kept me going.

A sporting anger, a positive anger.


Now I’m just on the way to Kyiv.

And once I get there I’ll get a good rest.


But as soon as the opportunity arises,

All I want to do is help my home town again.


*Because I read “Severodonetsk: Ukrainian man cycles from besieged city, dodging Russian shells” by Yaroslav Lukov, on 29 May 2022, on the BBC News, and also “Why are Ukrainians calling Russians ‘orcs’?” by James FitzGerald on 30 April 2022, on the BBC news.
So, I wrote this poem as a story of Arif Bagirov.

Please read the original story on the BBC news:

Severodonetsk: Ukrainian man cycles from besieged city, dodging Russian shells – BBC News


**My friend shows you this poem also on the Ukrainian website for their children and others!

Kurama (Japan). «A poet from Severodonetsk» — a poem about war in Ukraine 2022 – Мала Сторінка (storinka.org)

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