Uktamoy Khaldorova

Rookie (2 January. / Uzbekistan)

It Is Me Who - Poem by Uktamoy Khaldorova

It is me who on tender shoulders,
Holding a wood stick, balancing,
A poor who is passing a hell bridge,
Either pass it I shall,
Or down fall I shall.
Should I pass the angels
And the paradise are mine,
Should I fall my sweet flesh,
To crows and vultures belongs. -
It is me who on tender shoulders,
Holding a wood stick, balancing,
A poor who is passing a hell bridge,
Either pass it I shall,
Or down fall I shall.
Should I pass the angels
And the paradise are mine,
Should I fall my sweet flesh,
To crows and vultures belongs.


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Poem Submitted: Monday, August 13, 2012

Poem Edited: Monday, August 13, 2012


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