Born in Ulaanbaatar,1975. “Khuree guys” Association end member of Mongolian Writers Union
Graduated from the University of Oriental Literature, National University of Mongolia and Pedagogical University
Defended Ph. D degree in the thesis “Sociology on values of Mongolian literature”
“Golden feather” for the best literature in 2004, 2007, 2008 and 2010
Mongolian Writers Union Awards of 2009
“Get a way.. Khuree guys” in 1998, “Runaway or landing strip” in 2004, “Colorful universe” in 2006, “New smell and me” in 2008, “Red city heart” in 2010, “Godless place” in 2004, “Bronze heart” in 2006, “Time of specialty” in 2008, “the place for karma” in 2008,“A bird called Sky” in 2010, “Stage less plays”, “Sociology on values of Mongolian literature”, “Narrating on poetry” in 2006, “New sense” in 2008, “Not standard reason” in 2009, “Dedication for not standard thinking of Mongolian literature” in 2010
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Knocking at my door,
Autumn rain enters
And wets me completely.
I will stand here long,
Dropping from my chin.
* * *
I was reading Blok to you.
You promised you wouldn't leave me and,
Through all the trees on a high mountain,
You whispered your love
In the dawn, I will be joined
With you in the depths of my heart
By a long, unseen, chain
I was sitting playing with my hair.
You spoke to me, and
Not even an accountant could forget its melody.
At that time, it seemed to me
That every single day was spent in heaven.
So now I 'II read Blok to you.
You re dozing...
Sleep peacefully, I 'II close the door gently.
Our life un heaven is over.
* * *
I am a poet, and
What I want is unattainable, unrealizable,
My heart was long ago invited
To that peaceful land,
For which creatures have yearned for centuries.
I love to rub the wind
Through my two eagle's wings and,
Offering a rose to every thought,
To pierce the heart.
I, the poet,
Must extend myself like a road,
Must twist and turn like a road.
Like the orders of a miserable official-
A magician, a sailor ,a king or a teacher-
Seemingly born from a ocean of new new waves
I change and change again.
I wear the black hat of secrecy, and
Look upon others from admist the light.