By: Bobozonarova Gulzova
Uzbekistan
Sister, you are my only joy,
You are my ointment for a thousand pains,
If a stone of sorrow falls on my head,
You are my immediate concern.
I have no wings like my mother,
Always supporting me.
If I’m a little sad
My frustration is gone.
Trust me, my confidant,
Every moment, always by my side,
You are beautiful, flawless.
Alone in the world.