Turdiyeva Sevinch Akbar (poem)
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Turdiyeva Sevinch Akbar
Turdiyeva Sevinch Akbar qizi was born in Kattakurgan district, Samarkand region. She is currently a student at Jizzakh State Pedagogical University. To date, the poet has published a poetry book titled “Bright Paths”. Her literary works are regularly published in national newspapers and magazines. In addition, she is a recipient of several awards.
I’ve searched for you
A garden of colors - so full of delight,
Perhaps I’m not blowing, not winds in the night.
My hands may have touched, my eyes may have seen,
Perhaps you are near me - just haven’t been seen.
Perhaps I’m not blowing, not winds in the night.
My hands may have touched, my eyes may have seen,
Perhaps you are near me - just haven’t been seen.
I’ve searched for you morning to evening skies,
Still looking for you, no rest in my eyes.
I glance all around - strangers everywhere,
The gem of my heart - yet you're not there.
Still looking for you, no rest in my eyes.
I glance all around - strangers everywhere,
The gem of my heart - yet you're not there.
Maybe you’re close, as close as my soul,
You hear how my heartbeat silently rolls.
Yet here I am, spinning like a moth in flame,
With my head in a book, still calling your name.
You hear how my heartbeat silently rolls.
Yet here I am, spinning like a moth in flame,
With my head in a book, still calling your name.
I am the one that God chose for you,
And perhaps we've met - if only you knew.
Our gazes have crossed, time and again,
Yet I never noticed - lost in the pain.
And perhaps we've met - if only you knew.
Our gazes have crossed, time and again,
Yet I never noticed - lost in the pain.
Unknowingly, I’ve searched you through time,
And still, I seek without reason or rhyme.
This love - divine, beyond all measure,
Might be right here, yet unseen treasure.
Who are you, truly? Where do you stay?
What are you made of? Why so far away?
And still, I seek without reason or rhyme.
This love - divine, beyond all measure,
Might be right here, yet unseen treasure.
Who are you, truly? Where do you stay?
What are you made of? Why so far away?
