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Supporlaringni ko’raman degan umiddaman, qishlaqdoshlar…

Love is a disease with different phases.
Anxiety when you find it.
Fear of losing it.
Depression when it leaves you.

afsus, bu baxtning umri qisqaligini bilgandim, mana birpasta baxt ketyapti…

yes, shunga qadrimga yetinglar, qishloqdoshlar, mendek “odamlar” kamayib ketyapti hozir.

#translation

A Stranger

A stranger I am to this city so cold,
It questions my soul with a grip strong and tight,
Hurls me afar where the past will unfold,
Leaves me heartless, lost in the night.

A stranger I am to the world once mine,
My spirit is crushed beneath their feet,
Buried in blame where shadows entwine,
A lifetime won’t make my defense complete.

A stranger I am to the words I once knew,
Lies have taken deep root in my veins,
Sorrows have drowned all joys that grew,
Flowing through me like crimson rains.

A stranger I am to the springtime bright,
No season remains to welcome me back,
I leave behind both day and night,
Love was brief, now fades to black.

©️Lyufer.

Charlotte's Library

Taqdirga bermoqchi emas edim tan,
Lek noiloj, kettim zorlanib, sassiz,
Qo’limda qurigan nilufar bilan,
Qolishga qurbim ham qolmadi, essiz…

✍️(c)люфер.
🎙️Нодира

Ertaga hozir yonimdagi odamlarning izi ham qolmasa hayron bo’lmayman.

o’sha gap…

mazkur rasm mag’lubiyatnamo g’oliblikka loyiq ko’rildi.

hay mayli, shukur..

Bitta gap aytishim mumkin: she’r yozish – o‘ta shaxsiy ish. Va shuningdek, ba’zan uning yozilish sababini, xususan, kimga bag‘ishlanganini sir tutishga to‘g‘ri keladi...

© Rauf Parfi