Death!
Death...
Divorce... How bad,
He burns, burns
the core, an endless dream.
How good it is
when a person does not die-
If you can, then
yes, if you can.
Oh, my friend!
You didn't die,
you were a martyr,
You broke your
parents' hearts.
Ensure a short
service life during,
You have not
reached the bile of your goal.
Oh, my friend!
Your spouse is
crying,
The meat of pity
torments the soul of the child.
With longing and
sadness, with dreams,
Grieve, grieve!
Death!
Death! - the
heart is twitching,
The bridge is
shaky in front of us.
Who will cross
to the other side, who will fall,
The raging daira
flows in excitement.
If death comes?
Go to the other side,
Wouldn't a
bridge be a choice?
From transitions
to life -
A noble soul
that falls without difficulty.
Death Is Invisible, Death Is Strong
Death is
invisible, death is strong
A surprise
attack.
Take note,
Paves the way to
the afterlife.
No one resists
him
Not suitable for
demonstration.
"Stay for a
moment"
Doesn't matter
what you mean.
Every beat of
your heart
A step towards
your death.
He pauses when
the steps
Do you know, hey
man?
Nobody knows
rabid
Which death is
recorded.
From earth or
from the sky,
From water or
flame?
Inverted
machines,
A ship that is overturned?
No one knows
tomorrow
What our death is made of.
ERALIEVA UMUTKAN POLOTOVNA
ERALIEVA UMUTKAN
POLOTOVNA:
She was born on July 1968, 12 in the village of Kok-Zhar in the Nookat
district of the Osh region of Kyrgyzstan. Poet, writer, publicist. Member of
the National Union of Writers of the Kyrgyz Republic, the Union of Journalists
of Kyrgyzstan, the Union of Writers of North America, the Eurasian Guild of
Writers (London). Author of dozens of books.
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