Poetry from Mashhura Ergasheva

I felt the rain,

What else could I do!

It is my friend,

It is my companion,

It is my fellow-traveller

on my way.

The city is quiet and sadly,

No one can graft on it!

The lights have no time

for twisting.

I am waiting with

an umbrella in my hand,

an umbrella in my heart…

I am going to your door

my oriental robe is wet!

My heart is wet!..


Ergasheva Mashkhura was born in 1998 year Republic of Uzbekistan, Samarkand region, Nurabad district. She is a student (Samarkand State of University, Faculty of Philology). Her poems have been published on the site- Dilimiz va Edebiyatimiz and others.


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