I’m Tired, Mother!

In my heart — loneliness, a dark, deep pit,

For some reason, tears fall from my eyes a bit.

When night descends, it hurts, I admit —

I’m tired of fake smiles, Mother!

People surround me, yet I feel alone,

Their faces smile, but their eyes have turned to stone.

To find a true “human” — oh, how unknown,

I’m tired of false faces, Mother!

They look and smile, saying, “I’m near you,”

But once you’re gone — they throw stones too!

On the path you walked, they scatter thorns anew,

I’m tired of such people, Mother!

Someone walks beside you — calls himself a friend,

Yet leaves you lifeless, if your guard should bend.

“Dear one,” “Brother,” sweet words they send —

I’m tired of such sweet talkers, Mother!

People shed blood as if picking fruit from a tree,

Drinking the tears of children — heartlessly, endlessly.

But the Day of Reckoning won’t set them free —

I’m tired of the cruel ones, Mother!

When a mother cries, “My child!” in pain,

Even the heavens echo her cry in vain.

That blood won’t wash from the earth again —

I’m tired of the bloodstained ones, Mother!

So many creatures burned, so many homes fell,

Still, they feel no remorse — how can I tell?

They know no fear, no guilt, no spell —

I’m tired of the fearless sinners, Mother!

Perhaps truth has vanished from this life,

Everyone plays with hearts — deceit is rife.

Pure souls are but a fairy tale in strife,

I’m tired of seeking goodness, Mother!

Turdiyeva Guloyim. Born on June 9, 2007 in Uzbekistan. Author of several scientific articles and creative works.