My Secrets Poem by Uktamoy Khaldorova

I ‘M MISTAKEN MY BELOVED"
RAUF PARPI

My secrets revealed themselves,
The weeds make flutes of sorrows.
The whispers of leaves embraced,
I'd call the wind to goodness.
I can't inspire to the eternal love
My glances see the poverty below
I want to bury into the grave
My sins following me like shadow
I'm going to yell at the existence
Wake up the charity, my echoes!
The roads are a lot, what road I take,
There comes out my mistake.