Uktamoy Khaldorova

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The water in the pool is my tears
let’s swim, come on winds.
The wild and pitiless shamans,
Robbed my joys in the darkness.
...

Down my heart is falling spilling
From a nameless beautiful feeling.
In my embrace free birds dreaming,
Wake up from their sleeps, singing.
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An enemy I have,
Who is straightforward.
I live worrying from
The braveness of my tongue.
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EXCITEMENT
There comes excitement flooding
Would drag to its hurricane sway.
I would swim against the streams
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***
Yearning for its flowers, spring will return,
If miss their pillows the dreams will return.
I am missing you, my darling like the sky.
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***
In a desert of separation
My way I always lose.
Not finding the path
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I would make a pillow
The leaves of the basil
Let the basil know well
The troubles of my soul.
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***
The stars are tears of the dark sky high,
There's so much iced tears in the sky, so.
Carrying a heavy pain on my shoulder
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In my spirit the mad night
Is dancing, swaying a few,
On each road I'm running
Being tired looking for you
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***
I'm going to cry like the heaven, mummy
The grieves are slipping out from my glances
My breast is covered by the cloud, dark is the cloud.
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This night when the Moon is alone in the sky,
This night when passion of love is neglected by,
This night when hungry hands stretching tired
I shall leave you!
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The water in the pool is my tears
let's swim, come on winds.
The wild and pitiless shamans,
Robbed my joys in the darkness.
...

***
The fragrance of mint over covered
The scent of lakes shadowed by night.
Blocking the road of each passing by
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***
You left like the wind scattering,
The wet was gone from my eyes, hard.
I remained swimming in the joy of youth,
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***
The cotton weed
Is Subservient, obedient girl.
From toils she is never free
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I left,
Shurqurghon remained
Leaning at the thoughts
The oaks hardly kept
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The lightning is striking
Breaking the hard nuts.
The butter flower's flower
Is frightened by light and roar.
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The noise of the fall is breaking
the quietness of the window.
The sound of green grass,
Is silenced by excitement wow.
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19.


I resemble to a fruitless tree
On the edge of the road, you see
Those who pass me by
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I ‘M MISTAKEN MY BELOVED"
RAUF PARPI

My secrets revealed themselves,
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Uktamoy Khaldorova Biography

The poetry is the voice of the spirit. Only the tender souls can hear them. I think a true poem is a true expression of the soul, the wide impression of the writer’s world. The poetry is such a mysterious gift which differs poets from others. The poetry does not have nationality, It belongs to all nations. I Wish you every success, my creative friends Uktamoy)

The Best Poem Of Uktamoy Khaldorova

Lily Flower

The water in the pool is my tears
let’s swim, come on winds.
The wild and pitiless shamans,
Robbed my joys in the darkness.

Drop your leaves, pine tree,
Making a boat I’d be off to swim.
Bathing in the tears tired I am
To live in tears is to suffer.

The nights tear off their hairs
To Fail the little heart should not.
To worship the land
I must reach that coast,

To reach the coast I must.

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