Gulsevar Umataliyeva

We don`t greet each other when meet,

The heart goes back and it runs.

There shouldn`t be anyone better

Than us in the game of silence.

We don`t speak each other when talk,

Because we don`t even know one`s heart.

We just leave in silent, though,

For being together we don`t even fight.

Ah, the hope is left without hope,

And the years were faded, passed away.

May the land of love just get fired,

If its affection is like that, no way.

I am prejudice, and you are a pride...

Gulsevar Umataliyeva

Uzbekistan