Ravshanbekova Asaloy San’atbek
The wind doesn’t stop blowing
No one knows my pain.
Even if it smells like basil
My father doesn’t like it.
I can’t cry anymore
I couldn’t get enough of my head.
The streets my father walked
“Khushnud” could not wait.
The heart cries hard
Separation hurt.
I live and miss
Makshardami ul didar.
I pray for my father
Make it heavenly, my God
Worthy of my father,
Be a child, my god.
(To the past life I
Zulfiyakhanim to the poem
See!
Flipping through my book of life
I want to break the chain of tests.
“Kozyoshim “is blooming on the branches of apricots.
My endurance is higher than my happiness.
The imperceptible haze in my proud eyes,
Ochun always sings the song.
Fate is as cheap as the clothes on my shoulders,
The poet listens to the pain of the poet.
The pen is poured out like a mulberry,
Secrets are revealed, feelings are revealed.
When the heart is crying, the face is smiling calmly,
People of poets are so crazy.
I don’t know, my dreams are rioting
My fans are my fans.
The report of my life is a priceless treasure,
The spring of my bosom is my puffballs.
I’m full of thinking about the value of my life,
What I lost is love, what I found is a fortress.
Dream love will always carve my heart,
It is bad to live without anyone noticing.
Flipping through my book of life
I felt a little sorry for the fruitless years,
The spark of sweet dreams shines,
I won’t take it from the hands of fate
I LOST
I lived for a moment, what did I find?
Who did I find and who did I lose?
This world is a threshold, without writing,
I went out and lost my way.
He held a pen to understand my right,
I lost all four corners of my head.
Language is the key, to unlock the heart,
I found the meaning, but lost the words.
I’m sorry, my love is not enough for you,
As much as it is, my friend, I have extended it.
Trade did not equal two circuits,
I gained value and lost value.
I said there is pain, I said there is medicine,
I lost the words “be by my side”.
I strived, I fought, it was enough
I found the right path, I lost a friend.
I looked for a soul, from the point of view,
Sev said, I flowed like a flood.
Love is the end of life, love is an appearance,
I found the sun and lost the light.
I still don’t know if there will be light on the throne,
What I have gained, what I have lost.
Tell me, Lord Almighty,
Have I found myself or lost myself?
I found something else, I still don’t know
Have I found myself or lost myself?
Ravshanbekova Asaloy San’atbek’s daughter,
Yangariq district, Uzbekistan.
Student of 10th grade of NTM “Yangiarik education center”. Currently a young artist
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