By My father says: “My pure daughter,”
His eyes fill with tears.
Do I remind my grandma?
Do I look like her myself, or my eyebrows?
I was a child and I didn’t realize,
Why my father looked with longing
Why he liked me for my long dress, tassel,
And my simple-mindedness.
Years, roads, longing, and separation,
Are your eyes wet for happiness?
Dad, tell me the truth,
Do I remind my grandma?
About Writer:
Makhliyokhon Umirzakova was born on November 22, 1990 in the city of Margilan in Fergana region. She is a student of the faculty of art history of the Institute of National Art and Design in the name of Kamoliddin Behzod. She was a participant in the Republic seminar “The school of talent”. She became the winner of the State Scholarship in the name of Navoi in the 2020 – 2021 academic years. Her first poetry book “Tuyg ‘ular alangasi” (The Flame of Feelings) was published by Writers Union in 2021 year.
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