Poetry from Nilufar Ergasheva

Smiling Central Asian teen girl with long dark hair and a light blue collared shirt, holding her hands up in the air. Trees behind her.
Autumn leaves us badly,
Fall down dear maple trees...
Autumn is hard for us
Began to sell faiths, plows.

The price will be high,
Endless love means.
Last winter was like a famine
I have had enough of patience.

...Oh, it's winter!
The blanket of the village is on fire!
Every ignorant, stupid person dried the pillow.
"I write!
I don't care!"

I walk one step,
of wide hills
Can I restore your clothes?
In which sun will I dry now,
Dad's waterproof boots.

The eyelashes of pleasant gardens are wet,
Like me, he reads and cries at night.
This is a village, even if it is a patchwork
He had a whole heart!

When the foxes outside tease
Snakes wait in the shelter,
Thief dogs are fun
My dad's only boot is amazing

Nilufar Ergasheva was born in 2005 in Fergana region. Erkin Vahidov graduated from creative school. Currently, she is a student of the 1st stage of UzMU and the winner of the State Prize named after Zulfiya.

One thought on “Poetry from Nilufar Ergasheva

  1. Autumn leaves i’ve waited for it : birth , death is right
    inside this den of ourselves.
    NiceĀ” and Thanks

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