Poetry from Ilhomova Mohichehra

Teen Uzbek girl leaning to the right. She's got long straight dark hair and a black ruffly blouse.
It's raining.
When it rains,
I have a lot of questions.
Changed inside,
Gentle winds.

The rain doesn't stop,
There is no sleep.
Excitement in my mind,
It hurts like hell.

I wish he would stop now
Rustling voices.
Lek did not stop crying,
Cry like a baby.

These noises will stop,
Chehra Khan puts flowers.
Smallpox, tulip, rubella,
Like flowers want.