By: Karshiev Avazbek Sa’dullayevich
In the shadows of a world torn wide,
Where two great nations clash and collide,
There lived a girl, her heart once whole,
Now shattered, with a broken soul.
Her days were bright with laughter and light,
Her nights were soft, serene, and right,
Until the tempest, fierce and cold,
Took away the warmth she used to hold.
The war drums echoed, distant yet near,
Raging through her land, bringing fear,
In a storm of steel and cries of pain,
Her home was lost, her world in vain.
Her mother’s hands, once gentle and kind,
Her father’s strength, her anchor in time,
Her siblings’ smiles, a daily grace,
All vanished, leaving not a trace.
She wanders now through fields of grey,
Where memories of joy have gone astray,
Each step a whisper of what was lost,
A heartache deep, with every cost.
The silence screams in the empty night,
A lullaby turned into a fight,
Her dreams, once bright, now fractured and scarred,
In a landscape of love, forever marred.
Her tears are rivers, flowing deep,
In the hollow where the memories sleep,
Each drop a testament to the love she knew,
Now shattered, like the sky once blue.
She stands alone where the shadows meet,
Where the war’s cold winds and sorrows greet,
Her family’s laughter now a distant song,
In a world where she no longer belongs.
Yet in her eyes, a flicker remains,
A glimmer of hope through the endless pains,
For even in the darkest of days,
A single spark of light can blaze.
She holds the memories close and tight,
As she walks through the endless night,
Her heart, though broken, still will strive,
To carry the love that kept them alive.
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