A sense of poetry

God gave me magic
I became a poet by that magic
I also wrote poems and gave love
I grew up and became 10 years old.

Learn more as you grow older
As your poems become more beautiful
Don't know when you read the book
There is more space in your vocabulary.

I don't know, I'II get the inspiration
Maybe from the moon in the sky, maybe from the cloud
Maybe my inspiration flows from a stream
From my imagination, maybe from my heartsense of poetry 

SUCCESS
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What is success?
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Happiness? Money? Health? Doing what you love? Family?
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Success is a subjective concept and it does not come down to one factor!
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We all call "success" different things. But what I wrote above can be success factors for almost everyone.
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Success is the result! The blessing that comes from the actions you take.
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To show results in the desired direction, you need to make an effort.
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Therefore, train your brain to think in terms of results.
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Otherwise, you will most likely struggle.
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Let's think logically:
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- success is a result.
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- in order to achieve the result, a planned action is needed.
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Logic!) Now I have one question: what is stopping you from taking action now?
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More importantly, why don't you start?
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After all, almost nothing can be achieved without action...

One day I will escape to Heaven

 Push aside the disobedience for a moment,
 One day I will put an end to it all.
 Don't give in to the world and whims
 One day I will escape to Heaven.

 Unable to control my passion in time,
 I am afraid of Satan's temptation.
 I can't stand gossip and corruption.
 One day I will escape to Heaven.

 Revenge for wealth, for beauty
 I will leave a pile of everything.
 If you don't find it, you will be surprised and cry.
 One day I will escape to Heaven.

 My life filled the swamp of sin
 When I look at Mozi, I get scared.
 I miss you, my love for you
 One day I will escape to Heaven.

 Then you recite to me,
 I will plant flowers from prayers on my grave.
 If you hurt my broken heart,
 One day I will escape to Heaven.

 Passing through Sirat with my parents,
 I will slowly enter Rayon,
 After going through heavy and light questions and answers,
 One day I will escape to Heaven.

 I am waiting for you in Firdausi,
 Thank you, I will live there forever.
 If Allah wills, go my servant.
 One day I will escape to Heaven.

Moon Song 

Necklace
I pinched metal between my thumb and forefinger,
and yanked
until my spine
s
l
o
p
e
d
and my forehead pressed against the carpet and
ached
with the
a
r
c
h
of my vertebrae.
I hung
myself

and hung the necklace
from myself. Leaving me
dangling,
until the etched metal etched
a strict tan line
into my collarbone.
And protected what's left of me
from the sun. The son
that I heard
had to be buried.
I hung
from her lips
“like the
Gardens of Babylon”
Giving and
taking
The Moon.
I tried to comfort me
with the
weight

of a 13 and a skinned hand and some
mountain
range.
on the chain
whose clasp
inches towards my heart
slower
and is turned
Away.
I pressed a song
into my forehead, forefinger, and necklace. A song
quieter now
a song
for
The Moon.

Whore’s Row

– Take the body, the body?
– What is your name?
– Some say queen of the night, some say whore.
– Is it the name of a girl?
-What do you do with it? I do not sell my name; sell the body. You can look a little differently. There is a special offer today.
Buy for one hour free all night! Incredible offer!

– What are you saying!
– I sell at the price of time.
– I am not such a man
– One in all men. Men do not hate women. Police, doctors, lawyers, leaders, ministers, industrialists, rickshaw pullers, are equal in one place. Here Hindu, Muslim, Vaidya, Christian do not have different taste ? Here is the song of equality.
– It is not right to talk like this. Not everyone is the same.
– I’m wrong again, I’m a whore. Well, what is a whore’s penis?
– I don’t know.

-Ha ha, you couldn’t? I know, you can’t. The night a man spends with a woman is pure. Pure men! Women are corrupted.
– Can’t you do anything else?
– No.
– No, why? It looks like learning.
– Lack, I  lack a lot . Lack of body folds. Lack of mother’s bosom Lack of father’s clothing. Education alone does not lead to employment. Money or Mama is must. I don’t have anything. I also want experience. However, I do not need experience in this work. Inexperienced people are more expensive here. Ha ha ha
– You talk too much.

– I talk too much but tell the unloved truth.
You sell talent and I sell youth. Both of them are sellers. Someone rapes the mind. Take the body, the body?
–  Does not it shame you?
– No, I was raped by civilizations. Fear of dying again. give me money
– What money?
– of my time.
– How much money?
– Five thousand rupees is very much needed. – Why?
-For my drug addict husband and sick mother.

– Are you married?
– By no means.
– Addicted husband?
– Yes. He helps a lot even if he puts his hands on it sometimes. It’s just a sign board. But because he is there, the vultures cannot dissect me at night.
– Take five thousand rupees for your mother.
– You are very good. Where to do it? Should you go to the hotel or your flat?
– You go now. I am not a man, but a good man.

-Even if you turn me away, some man will embrace me.

ADJUSTMENT TO THE DARK 

Accustomed, we no longer stagger, 
And we don't hold our hands in front of us 
trying to feel the shapes. 
We are already walking confidently 
through the darkness, along the roads 
which seem to have always been ours, 
and on which we know each one crease, 
salience and direction. 

Darkness can now be touched. 
We grab it; 
darkness is a loose earth, 
humus 
and it rushes through our fingers

Azemina Krehić was born on October 14, 1992 in Metković, Republic of Croatia. Winner of several international awards for poetry, including: Award of university professors in Trieste, 2019.,„Mak Dizdar“ award, 2020. Award of the Publishing Foundation of the Federation of Bosnia and Herzegovina, 2021. „Fra Martin Nedić“ Award, 2022. She is represented in several international anthologies of poetry.

RAINBOW

Rainbow over the sky
He is the symbol of our peace.
Seven different colors, seven species,
Bring us happiness and luck.

Rainbow, rainbow,
A sign of spring.
		Give flight to birds,
Bring us happiness and luck!

To this great Motherland,
Rainbows fit.
Your sons, your daughters,
The country is proud.

Let's be good friends
Let's appreciate the country.
supporting each other
Let's mature.

Rainbow, rainbow
A sign of spring.
Give flight to birds,
Bring us happiness!

Gulsevar Khojamova
Student of Andijan State Pedagogical Institute