Bakhtiyorova Mashhurakhon Tashpolot
Dad, I miss your footsteps today,
I want to feel your love.
Every day without you is a painful knot,
The heart feels your untying.
I really enjoyed your expression, father.
The gardens you created are still blooming.
Should I ask for smallpox or moss?
The wind caresses my head saying don’t cry.
I am a girl who has not had enough of your love,
I am quiet in the house you built.
I am a bird that follows your footsteps,
My tears are flowing slowly.
My soul is tired of bitter blows,
No father! These words hurt my heart.
The city of my dreams is now comfortable,
I feel your hot palms.
A house without a father is a body without a head,
I am a dove with clipped wings.
You’re right next to my house,
I sing in the melody you played.
Author: Bakhtiyorova Mashhurakhan Tashpolot’s daughter
I was born on February 19, 2008 in Shofirkon district of Bukhara region, daughter of Bakhtiyorova Mashhurakhon Tashpolot. I have been interested in journalism since I was young
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