Feruza Mukhtarova
You always say heart, heart,
You destroy my heart.
You make yourself happy.
You break my heart.
These eyes that laugh by day,
Sheds tears at night.
Your words are like bullets,
When it pierces my heart.
From my every word I say
They always find fault.
They make themselves happy
And they break my heart.
Perhaps if I am
Terrible for you.
But, please, please,
Don’t break my heart.
Don’t make any slander,
My head is always upright.
But, please, please
Don’t break my heart…
I am Feruza Mukhtarova. I was born on May 26, 2004 in Shahrisabz district of Kashkadarya region. Currently, I am a 1st-level student at the Faculty of Languages of the Shahrisabz State Pedagogical Institute. I am interested in writing poems and articles.