Poetry from Ilhomova Mohichehra

Young Central Asian woman with long dark hair, brown eyes, and a black ruffled top holding a red rose encased in plastic. She's inside by a wooden door.

The light of my eyes.

When an insect gets in my eye,

I said I will lift the world on my head.

Ojiza, the blind man now,

I felt how you live.

I don’t care for anyone like this,

I can’t see anything anymore.

Such difficult days at the beginning,

I won’t open my mouth to let him go.

Oh my God, because I have the light of my eyes,

I will thank you.

For keeping me healthy

I will say thank you a thousand times.

Ilhomova Mohichehra, 8th grade student of school No. 9, Zarafshan city, Navoi region.