Jahangir Mirzo Uzbek poet
Jakhongir Nomozov is a young Uzbek poet. She was born in 1997. She has been writing poetry and journalism.The works have been published in Turkmenistan, Azerbaijan, Turkey and Bangladesh.Published on Vietnamese, Algeria literary sites.Participant of the traditional Zaamin seminar of young poets.He is a member of the World Talents International Association.Winner of the Abay Medal.Amir Temur International Charitable Foundation is a holder of a commemorative badge.His poems are included in the books “Lyric Moments”, “Song of the Rivers”, “5 Opportunities for 5 Initiatives”, and “The Glory of Free and Prosperous Days”.In 2021, the book Rebellions in My Soul was published.Jakhongir Nomozov* * *My footsteps get heavier The more I walk, the heavier these roads.I could not know whether AlmightyHad sent to me these exams and odds?My dawns get fully darkenedWhen I woke up with sorrowWhen all of my wishes fell downWhen I am in fire above and below. Sitting alone with loneliness,I drink my pain uttering a toast.If I open my eyes from dreamingI fell down from the sky to the dust.You my dreams, please become my lifeUnhappy days are only daydream ever.Oh God, wake me up from my life butLet me to be in dream forever.PAINLove is absorbed into my body,I cannot help singing a love song.Each of these poems that I wroteIs an oath I gave to the truth.The sparks you see in my eyesAre the lights come from HeavenAnd the wishes bloomed in my heartAre the mirabilis you have never seen.My hope will never wither, dry upSpring always flourish my soul.There is a great pain which is able toFlourish my veins and bones at all.I was made from love of The AlmightyDoes the life know who I am? In my tiny body, in my little chestHow much talent and love do I have?Does the life know who I am?!* * *Life killed all the passion of mine,Squeezing my heart like pomegranate.He wanted to make my gentle white soulPut on the sorrow’s black garment.All my hope is becoming weaker and fadingMy mountains collapsing down to earth.Day by day my feet are plungingDay by day my soul is losing its strength.Lightning is crashing inside of meAs if my chest will be cleaved.I am afraid, oh my Lord, I am so afraidWhat if the whole sky falls down to my head?* * *I wandered and strolled million years,Million years I begged for calmness, my Lord.Shadows of hatred crossed my roadMillion years I did not utter any word.Oh the pain of living hopeless days,Oh my futile wishes, flippant disease.Oh you wine of love in my gobletOh love – unconsumed for million years.* * *I wrapped myself with old troubles,My head is veiled with distress again.I had promised to cry no more, butMy eyes are weeing like a heavy rain. Picture of sorrow is in my eyes todayLike an ancient book my heart is in dust.My life is confusing like a whirlwindFlowers of my hope turned all yellow, alas.I am awake while I am sleepingI pray even though I am asleep.I am apart from this world and timeDo you know, where had I lost myself?Stars of the night – my sorrow, my painAnd the night itself – very loyal friend.Indeed, I didn’t love, I were not loved?My hatred of myself will never come to end.My dreams take to the memory landI hold a heap of crumpled photos in my fistIf only you would return back to meOh happiness left in our old pictures.Godly sorrow blossoms in my chestIt is the great love, a poem lifelong.It will reach souls of mankind foreverWith all my heart if I sing a song.My soul, never give up because of the painAlways stay ready to battle, to fight. With the heart full of sincere wishesI welcome morning’s early light.Oh my heart, be pure as a sheet of paper,Dreams are different, goals are alive.There is no any space for sorrowI call you happiness, new page of life!SONG OF BELIEFI wander in the gardens of my dream,When the surroundings are under the moonlight.I lie down being smeared with happinessWhen the sky is hugging his stars tight.Angels sing their lullaby for meI sleep calmly with pleasure in peace.Belief of tomorrow rises within my heartI believe my future will occur like this.My hands reach to stars, even to the moonIf only I decide to stretch them a bit.The eyes of the sun will become blindIf only I stare a minute at it.The eyes of the sun will melt…* * * I missed you dear, I missed a lotNot willing to step in the path of lovesick. Although I forget the oldest memoriesMy clothes hold the smell of your cheek.Darling, these distances separated usOur love weakened not reaching to destination.Every second of mine passes seeking for youMay happiness be waiting us the next station.The roses which I bought for youAre withering and becoming yellow.All the sickness of my heart is yours,I sent you fragrance of spring, my love.***I failed to meet the rivers, my GodSorrow encircled the days and the weeks.The streams looking up for me driedBeca
