Hatamova Charos Shavkatjon
chimneys,
A great horror is coming.
It touches my heart
black and white world
It breaks my heart
blood colored figure.
Slowly, slowly
whispering
I will tell you my pains
to magicians.
Tonight, this morning before my eyes,
I told you about my problems
to papers.
My heart is calm, good morning
enough
He smiles slowly
the moon is shining.
My dreams lead to mornings
but,
Ottomans fly blue
in the blanket.
A memory gone in black hawks
To destroy anyway
I can’t stand it.
Not enough wings, high
to the flight
Even a hawk does not swallow a “friend” who calls.
“Kimlar” burned in the grass from pain
coming up
A few screams echoed in his soul.
Hearts burned in the grass are painful
Aritar
I found words worlds.
Hatamova Charos Shavkatjon
Hatamova is the daughter of Charos Shavkatjon. Born in 2009 in Fergana region. Currently, he is studying at the creative school named after Erkin Vahidov organized by PIIMA. His creative works have been published in several international magazines. The artist’s future goal is to become a poetess, to receive the Zulfiya state award and to become a scholar of literature.