Dilnoza Jabborova
The eyes are fixed on the ceiling,
The pearls are stroking my face.
Proud pins the words to the heart,
Engrafting tears to laugh.
The heart is begging the skies,
My speechless heart laments starveling.
The feelings are engrossed,
The white sheets are black, it’s howl.
I am havoc like fall,
I have roped into my rhymes.
Darkness which has gone away from my heart
Goes brightly into other hearts.
Dilnoza Jabborova