Zombie Hostage
Zombie Hostage With basic education This handsome Russian soldier Has no clear idea Why he was sent to border And then to Ukraine As he answers questions Truth flies far above Someone Shoot me on my heart – I want[…]
Category: Poems
Relations in Wartime
Relations in Wartime The black eye of an Uzbekistani schoolboy who got injured for his support Some pensioners from a remote Uzbek village Wanting to send their pensions to Kyiv Sharing conflict stories or “Recognize your son’s dead body” posts[…]
Пардангни оч, халқ бир тупурсин!
Иблисга қўл берган валломат, Юзинг бўлса, кўрсат, жин урсин! Саодат йўқ, учди ҳаловат, Пардангни оч, халқ бир тупурсин! Ўринбосар, босдинг қай гўрни, Нечун нуқул бир ўзинг тутқун? Арзир этмоқ бошлиқ, элхўрни Борса келмас ерларга сургун! Тилинг қайга кирган, зиёли? Мунча[…]
Ҳаёт, асли парча нурмисан?
Ё Худойим! Ё айюҳаннос! Шунчи ғамни яшаб қўйибман, Қабргача қолган умримни Юм-юм йиғлаб ўтказишга мос – Гуноҳларни ясаб қўйибман. Ҳаёт, асли парча нурмисан? Ул қай фасл тамуғ пишадир? Роббим, мен ҳам ёруғлик бўлсам, Хизматига қолдирурмисан – Ийсо Масиҳ қачон[…]
Kirk Greenway translates Uzbek poet Zebo Mirzo
A poem by beautiful Uzbek poetess Zebo Mirzo translated by my friend Kirk Greenway Give Your Soul Only Once to Kiss I accept you may steal away As wild orchids sing vespers Crying tears, bitter, gray, Wistful lips converse in[…]
MI NOMBRE ES UZBEKISTAN
Three poems of mine translated into Spanish by Colin Carberry UNA MUJER EN LOS CAMPOS DE ALGODÓN Una solitaria mujer en los campos de algodón parece como si hubiera sido olvidada. Sus esperanzas y sueños colgados en filas[…]
Azam Abidov in Teesta Review: A Journal of Poetry
http://www.teestajournal.com/p/azam-abidovs-poems.html Azam Abidov’s Poems Teesta Review: A Journal of Poetry, Volume 4, Number 2. November 2021. ISSN: 2581-7094 Writer Angels (ghazal) — Azam Abidov Day is breaking in despair thinking of you, writer angels, I am praying, slowly crying, crowned with[…]
Hey birdie!
Hey birdie perched on the branch full of orange leaves, Let me kiss your tongue. Would you untie the knots from my weary soul? Let us chant together The giggling mystic joy of the lost love season! The photo taken[…]
