The Reminiscence Of Great Love Poem by Zamir Osorov

-Your loveliest one died,
to cry me the sister of pretty woman,
whom I have know and liked long ago
since the early day when she was been young girl.

Dear Kyrgyz and muslim wives and sisters!
Who so devoured for their family values, husbands and honesty,
who never heard about Mary and Jesus and as have been saved Lazarus,
but she turned to me as if I been the great prophet,
as if I could do something equale and return for life
one of the precious wife, woman and queen in the World,
to whom I afraid to tell how strong loved her
and for what? She was married,
and never betrayed her man,
even if fell in love to me or anybody else,
even for king of UK.
By the way her husband as me and 90 percentage of Kyrgyz males
have been poor wretch
and do not worst his female at all.

It seems Death open her sister the secret,
who crying whispered me
pressing with enourmous pain and suffer
if you been close to her
maybe, she didn’t die.