Poetry from Baratov Quvonchbek

The flower fell in love with water...
To water:
"I love you," he said.
Water:
"I love you too," he said.
After some time, again to Gul Suv:
"I love you," he said.

Water:
"I love you too," he said...
The flower got sick and withered...

Suv could not bear to see this situation and called a doctor. After a thorough examination of Gul, the doctor nursed Gul desperately. Water is worried:
- What happened to the flower? he asked.
And the doctor:

- He didn't do anything, he just ran out of water. - he said...
This means that love does not consist in saying, "I only love you!"
Love is loving someone who you believe can give you everything...

- Rumi

Translated by: Baratov Quvonchbek