Tuesday, November 1, 2022





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! - 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: 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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