Mukhlisa Eshpulatova was born on November 30, 1996 in Samarkand. She graduated from the Faculty of Philology of Samarkand State University. She is a teacher.
This world is not worth love
I loved without knowing it.
There are many ways, but
I haven’t found my way yet.
I hoped for lovely spring,
Happiness laughs like a bud,
Betrayal broke me hardly
The tallest tree in my heart,
I dreamed in the summer
That the sun listens to me
But my left heart is burning
With the cries of patience.
I gave my hand to autumn,
To be a salve for pain, dear.
They did not leave my soul,
Like I haven’t forgotten you either.
This world is not worth love.
How am I living in this world, mother?
I realized that I was walking between blades.
I was confused by the fire, not the candle
It is difficult for me to save my life.
Understand, I did not rest in this world
I didn’t look at the candle like they did.
I looked at the sun looking for light
And burned from my soul to my wings.
I dived into the sea and couldn’t reach the shore
My pains flowed like a flood on paper.
I want to forget my sorrows for a day
My feelings burned like fire in my chest.
I was the one who couldn’t find definition
I expressed my weakness in words.
A moment that survives every test
I laughed at the worries of the world.
One day when I counted my life
So many sales did not overcome me.
Then I know the great God will say
Your mother’s blessing protected you.
Then I sit silently crying…
One day the road will end
I will go your way, my love
After all, on the roads without you
I struggled and did not find love.
Loneliness will end one day
I will hold the hand of happiness.
But that hearty dear friend
Will you quietly forget me?
Being without you will end one day
Pain doesn’t bother me anymore.
Then I will give you my
Longing heart, do you get it?