By: Saidqulova Nozima
Uzbekistan
When I pour my head over your rocks,
If it spills, it’s a stitch of my tongue.
If I fall at your feet, rub my eyes,
Dig every inch of your soil.
There are rules in your country again,
Say it like you, my soul is a piece of live.
There are flowers everywhere,
There is a clear sky and a fountain of love.
I compared you and me to my mother,
Your every word is as kind as my mother.
You yook me in your arms,my child, you,
Say it as you like, there is another rule.
If there is, let’s go and take it far,
Don’t look behind me, you dreamless.
No, these questions are wishful thinking,
There is no other like you.