โ POEM ๐๐ Shukur Shanol
Face to face
The homeland, the former village,
Crescent moon to amber,
The star is fire, like a pomegranate,
Face to face
The homeland, the former village,
Crescent moon to amber,
The star is fire, like a pomegranate,
Every day of my life,
Is in prostration…,
Thereโs a spring ahead,
Still stands a spring,
No need to steal my wisdom by others.
I need freedom freely.
If anybody had not freedom of morality,
Give death penalty.
Mother is not beautiful only in young age.
Mother is in the highest space in morning.
There must be wisdom of mother in the highest place.
Warm and cloudy morning,
Like itโs preparing,
To dew,
Summer is already in front of our doors,
Give me a hand instead of a bomb,
A smile for a bitter tear,
Hug me hard as the world shakes,
So let’s win this fight together.
I can clearly count his ribs.
Sweeping the streets,
His spine has worn out,
his dreams ….