Bahora Rajabova
(Karshi city, Uzbekistan)
c/o Asror Allayarov, <allayorovasror@mail.ru>

 


The Life

The life is perishable and fleeting
Despite of it people menace each other
One comes to life Ė begins it
But at the same time other one dies.

The life elapses like a stormy river
It never stops, even if you want it
The last day and night also pass
Letís be happy always and all time
We want to live without gossips and slander
We need each other in our life
Letís be kind,
Let your heart blossom with goodness
Letís die with a smile.


© Author

(Published in Kafla Intercontinental - Summer 2013)