Gulchehra Shahobiddin is a member of Uzbekistan’s Writers Assosciation and Journalists’ Union. She is the author of over 30 books and manuals, including more than 10 poetry collections. Her poems have been translated into Turkish, Russian, Azeri, Kyrgyz, Tajik and English. She currently lives and works in Tashkent, Uzbekistan.
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I know no peace, no rest, no enjoyment,
Believe me: my life keeps me on the hop,
With unfulfilled dreams of mine – my torment,
I live, I won’t stop.
I had time at odd times, but not money,
My words were heard, although not on top.
I could reach; my prospects were not sunny,
I lived, I didn’t stop.
Finding not a handful of rejoicing,
Against grief my heart I couldn’t prop,
I tried to sell pain – had issues with its pricing,
I’m living, I won’t stop.
It’s a pity that I couldn’t please my mom,
My conscience was both like a dew and slop,
Oh Mom, forgive me, let me remain calm,
I’d live, I wouldn’t stop.
