Poetry from Zafar Nur

Dreams...

Like a person, dreams never lived..,
From every trace, finding without love, 
A million questions in his heart, 
Hope waited, 
dreams of a false covenant...
Buried. The faithfulness of love is buried, Ishq. I made a mistake in your trust, The life of the heart is shriveled, thoughts disappearing from pain...
Astana. Don't make me feel that you don't love me once I lived. Pampered and deceived dreams...
Tell the world! What is love? One question. Was it our fault that Laila Majnun was crazy? Halfway, we lost half of us, Mountains cry in my thoughts. Thoughts...
It came without a trace and left without a trace, without noticing...Dreams...
Zafar NUR, Uzbekistan, Navoi

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