Self-searching
He wandered lost, still searching for his soul,
Like one gone mad who’s lost his path and way.
His words can’t reach the depth he can’t control,
Like moths that play with fire and fade away.
Perhaps he’s lost within the mist so wide,
Or in the desert, weak and left alone.
Though truth within his heart he cannot hide,
No strength remains to take a step alone.
Did he go wrong along the roads he chose,
Or dreams misguided led his steps astray?
Or does he wonder, no one truly knows,
Why he has spent his precious life this way?
Perhaps he’ll write his story once again,
As if he sees the world for the first time.
He’ll paint each page with care, again and then,
Like writing on white paper, line by line.
He stands between two paths, unsure which way,
Tired of restless storms he feels inside.
Perhaps his place is somewhere far away,
Though still his heart has chosen here to bide.
O youth, awaken—do not drift too long,
Protect your heart, keep it both pure and strong.
When life confronts you, stand your ground, be strong,
For you are human—rise where you belong.
My name is Tursunova Mehrinoz Oybek qizi. I was born on February 28, 2005, in Andijan region. Currently, I am a third-year student at Andijan State Pedagogical Institute. I chose primary education because I enjoy working with children.
My favorite activities are reading books and learning languages. At the moment, I work as a Turkish language teacher. In my free time, I enjoy writing poems.
