CHILDHOOD — I MISS YOU
The mill of fate keeps crushing life away,
Years fell like snow upon my darkened hair.
Unable to find a fragment of true peace,
Lonely hearts weep, longing for you everywhere.
Where are those innocent dreams of the sky?
Those paper boats in muddy streams we sailed?
Today my eyes are filled with bleeding feelings,
Falsehoods consume me, tearing me apart without fail.
Though I lament like Erkin Vohidov,
My soul still lacks the spirit of “O‘zbegim.”
Tulips have withered in old memories,
In this vast world, my strength grows dim.
Abdulla Oripov’s sorrow flows like my river,
The whirlpool of thought devours my soul.
When my forehead bows down in prayer,
To whom can I confess this heavy silence untold?
Like Muhammad Yusuf, my heart cries aloud,
Mother, I miss the scent of wild mint again.
Have I become lost in the city streets,
These deceitful worlds feel foreign and strange.
There were days I built cities from mud,
A king in innocence, free from greed and pride.
Those green gardens stayed far behind,
Now I am imprisoned within myself inside.
Where is my father’s dignified presence now?
The smell of my mother’s warm bread is gone.
The marketplace of life has burned me deeply,
There is no heart left in me — only coldness lives on.
So growing up itself is truly a burden,
Worries bend my once-proud head low.
Unanswered questions, one painful mystery:
To whom am I leaving these flowing tears to show?
Today I am tired of these deceitful worlds,
Fake smiles have wounded my chest inside.
Old memories are tangled knots within my heart,
My soul still feels the days of childish joy and pride.
Farewell, my innocence, farewell, my paradise,
I shall forever wash you with tears from my eyes.
I do not need this false glory anymore,
At your feet, I slowly fade and die…
Sabina Tursunqulova was born on October 15, 2006, in Kitob district of Kashkadarya region. She studied at Secondary School No. 3 in Kitob district. From an early age, she showed a deep interest in art, poetry, and culture, developing a special passion for creativity. Her love for books and literature gradually blended with her enthusiasm for learning languages.
Currently, she is a third-year student at the Faculty of Russian Philology of the Uzbekistan State World Languages University. During her student years, she has continued her creative activities and constantly worked on self-development. Her aspirations, research, and devotion to creativity demonstrate her determination to become one of the leading specialists in her field in the future.