Poetry from Komron Mirza

Central Asian teen boy with short brown hair and a white collared shirt.

I say the end of time…

Although they are young, they are in their eighties

Old people have a poor wallet

Don’t get up in the morning prayer

I don’t think it’s the end of time

Mother of orphaned children

Let them throw it aside

It’s worth it like a commodity

I don’t think it’s the end of time

If you see it, you will be amazed

They hurt your heart

Markets that sell honesty

I don’t think it’s the end of time

A cemetery after an inauspicious year

One Qur’an in one unreadable year

We have no faith left

I don’t think it’s the end of time

It’s time until dawn

Rest until noon

Even the night passes in sleep

I don’t think it’s the end of time

Beamal is a genius scientist

The mistake of Kufr-u Shirk

His fatwa is a lie

I don’t think it’s the end of time

Adultery became commonplace

Buildings of faith collapsed

Chests like eyes were opened

I don’t think it’s the end of time

Women are not hot for men

I can’t help but think about prostitution

A handkerchief wrapped in condolence

I don’t think it’s the end of time

People build palaces

If they walk without Peshwa, they are murids

Ignorant people laugh at us

I don’t think it’s the end of time

What is the dream of everyone

The cure in the kingdom is the singer

So “Navoi” is in the room

I don’t think it’s the end of time

You are complaining, O Mirza

It’s not good manners

Don’t take the punishment in Mahshar

I don’t think it’s the end of time

Komron Mirza was born on March 30, 2001 in Sherabad district of Surkhandarya region. At the moment, he is a student of Applied Psychology, Faculty of Social Sciences, TerMU, Termiz city, Surkhandarya region. He is a creative and future master of his profession.

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