Writing poetry, searching the heart,

Let’s remember the past.

He wears the lamp of regret,

Crying is stupid.

Tuliyeva Sarvinoz, a poetess from Uzbekistan, shares her poetry

Tuliyeva Sarvinoz, a poetess from Uzbekistan, was born on November 8, 1999. She graduated from Alisher Navoi Tashkent State University of Uzbek Language and Literature (2023). She is the winner of the state award named after Zulfia (2019). She is the author of the poetry books “Song of Peace”, “I am a Girl of Truth”, “Morning Poem”, and author of the creative collection “Nurli Izlar”. About 100 creative works of her have been published in republican and foreign newspapers and magazines. Her creative works and articles have been published in Russia, Turkey, Germany, USA, Kenya, and Great Britain. She is teacher of native language and literature at Shaikhontohur District Vocational School, Tashkent.

Let’s remember the past

The past is easy in my breath without you,

My day turned into a dark night.

Longing roamed the garden of the heart,

My night is passing without finding you.

Writing poetry, searching the heart,

Let’s remember the past.

He wears the lamp of regret,

Crying is stupid.

I will pour my heart out to you and empty the sack,

Don’t let my feelings go to waste.

I smile, like a mountain next to me

You – be my root, let me live.

***

Comfort the beloved heart,

Deceive that you will come.

I’ll just stick to it

We will also go to the tulip field.

The heavens know that I miss you,

Rain falls from his forehead.

Patience tested on my shoulder

A vein is shooting deep…

My heart goes out to you,

Get over the longings.

Maybe today, maybe tomorrow

Break the barriers.

***

You are my eyes in love

I saw my love in your eyes.

Do not drown in my tears

I will reach out to you

My smiling faces

It was like a desert without water.

Every minute without you

It looked like distant Venus.

My heart is broken, my heart is sick

I look for you in myself, wow!

Give me your identity

My heart is beating, I hear it!

***

I’m leaving

Let the night wear a black veil,

I will drown from the burden of sins.

From the cares of a false world

Sometimes I don’t know, I choke.

Whom did you envy, weak heart!

I will tear my face for you.

It’s hard for guilt to be revealed, eh, woah

The face is broken. I will pass through the gates.

A day when the reward of sin is measured

No one collects merit in time.

I’m going, they’re gone, they’re gone

No one can fit into this mortal world.