KHAYRULLA FAYZ, journalist, poet, lives in London, works for BBC Uzbek Service.
You couldn’t wake up as dawn – white,
I couldn’t close eyes as night.
just a word that I entreat
oh my pretty look, face – neat
as two wings were insufficient
I couldn’t climb over a wall
as two stars were inefficient
couldn’t find you me at all
I said destiny and fate,
In fact it’s a ruined state,
I exiled your recollection
With a swan – it is not mate.
You’re my newly come anew,
Close, near in my view,
When this wide embrace is open
To my soul: lightning – You
you couldn’t wake up as dawn – white,
I couldn’t close eyes as night
