AZIZA XASANOVA

 

 

Love, Tell Me

 

Love, tell me why you taste so bitter,

Do not laugh, don’t mock me either.

You burn the heart with hidden fire,

Not lust you know, but soul’s desire.

Do not deceive me, calling sweet,

Your tales are lies, your dreams deceit.

Even the false one, sworn and vain,

Still speaks your name through love and pain.

You are not love that lives forever,

You are a test, a game so clever.

Those who dare to play your part,

You leave them broken, scarred at heart.

Their eyes grow sick of looks and words,

Of gentle lies and truth that hurts.

Of bitter days, of nights gone wrong,

Of weak made right, of right made wrong.

They call you “care,” they call you grace,

But truth is clear — you lie with face.

Sweet dream, sweet ache, sweet deep delusion,

You stay, you bind, a soft confusion.

And yet I know, though false you seem,

You still are needed — love’s extreme.

 

AZIZA XASANOVA

 

AZIZA XASANOVA: Xasanova Aziza Kumushbek qizi. Born on October 1, 2004 in Chirchik, Tashkent Region. Currently a student at Tashkent University of Economics and Pedagogy. On March 1, 2025, she received the title of "Faculty Zulfiya" in a competition held by the university. She has published several scientific articles. Her poems and stories have been published in many newspapers, magazines, and websites around the world. Her poems, stories, and works are constantly published in countries such as Albania, Pakistan, Italy, America, Great Britain, Germany, India, Argentina, Turkey, Arabia and Uzbekistan, Kenya, Africa, Korea, Bangladesh and other countries