Anti-war haiku by Azam Abidov
English: Vultures from The Tower of Silence Migrate to Gaza forever Uzbek : O’laksaxo’rlar Sukunat minorasindan Ko’chib o’tar G’azoga abad Français : Les vautours de la Tour du Silence migrent pour toujours à Gaza. […]
Category: Poems
THE POET’S BELOVED
THE POET’S BELOVED In the realm of verses, a poet true, No office sought, no statesmen he’d woo. His pain etched on paper, a common strife, Freedom’s hands he kissed, embracing life. Beside him stood a woman, a guiding cane,[…]
Soul by Chulpon
SOUL Why, my heart, bind with such fetters— Made friends with chains, your plight betters? No lament or cry, barely a sigh, Slow senses, time passing by. Abuse, can it scar the soul’s grace, Will base acts forever leave no[…]
There is a bird
THERE IS a BIRD Whispers claim I am a bird, A creature amid all seasons. Yet self-comprehension, absurd, Longs for wings, fleeing life’s reasons. But hold back those flattering tones, Don’t orchestrate grand eulogies. There’s a bird, once freely flown,[…]
Silence or death
Life is all about statements — In the form of love or hatred Poetry or fiction Silence or death.
The door echoes…
The door echoes, a gentle tap, Creeps through the open window – the mist of a terrible past, The motherland gleams beneath the burst of fireworks. A captive – I stand, and you’re the next! If truth is your guide, express[…]
Like a persimon
Life has become like a persimmon: Hard and in the color of fire I watch Shrouded little girls and boys Scattered like the beads Violence and Jealosy Are eternal residents On earth I have died A thousand times here A[…]
At the Gaza Hospital
Three Generations A very old toothless auntie Still hopeful for her recovery A little girl Who could win The world beauty contest If she entered A middle-aged nurse Who has lost her hope For ages Fly to Abraham’s bosom In[…]
It is all about pretense
On Independence Day What the people think about, you ask People don’t think about anything The Uzbek life is all about pretense We pretend to be happy like our government officials We pretend we don’t see them Lie, Steal and[…]
Where are the red lines?
Horrible things are happening in my motherland. Journalist Abduqodir Muminov sentenced to over 7 years in prison. He was a courageous young person who believed in openness and reforms in a so-called New Uzbekistan. It’s the next stern warning: You[…]