Poems Of Xasanova Aziza Kumushbek qizi

 

Home

When I arrived with tearful eyes,

No place but home could ever suffice.

Its warmth and joy — a special blend,

With tea and talks that never end.

The time with parents, calm and bright,

Would fill our home with extra light.

No dearer corner can I find,

That home holds all I left behind.

From childhood to my very start,

It keeps the memories in my heart.

To My Teacher

Within my heart still live the words you said,

The poems spoken since my youth was led.

With eyes so kind, with care in every glance,

You taught me life — its wisdom and its chance.

The flame you lit still brightly burns in me,

Each step, each word, a gift I learned from thee.

Today I stand a teacher in my role,

You taught me life — you shaped my heart and soul.

From heart to heart you spoke, my dearest guide,

With sincere love you taught, you lived, you tried.

To thank you now is more than just a phrase,

My truest duty — gratitude and praise.

Thank you, my teacher, from my school days true,

With all my heart, I say my thanks to you.

Letter 

Again I write to you, a note,

In dreams where thoughts and hopes just float.

My letter brings a small, clear dish,

That sails the sea, just like a wish.

Not just a glass, not just a jar,

Someday you'll hold it, near or far.

A smile will bloom upon your face,

That girl ahead, in time and space.

Imagine now our ships went down,

To seas so deep, no shore, no town.

But I know still your hope won't die—

My letter from the past will fly.

What should I write, tell me, my dear?

Can feelings burn so bright, so clear?

Will dreams that simple hearts confess

One day appear in real success?

I’ll cast my words in glass once more,

Into the sea with boundless shore.

Perhaps someday they'll come to me,

When lost without a light to see...

Thank You, Life

I no longer look behind,

Nor do I cry remembering the past.

With a light and gentle smile,

I say to you: thank you, life!

I’ve walked through rough and bumpy roads,

At times I laughed, at times felt worn.

But I never gave up on brighter days,

I say to you: thank you, life!

In every fate my Creator has written,

There lies a wisdom, always clear.

Before such destiny, calmly I bow,

I say to you: thank you, life!

My Truth

 Whenever I write my poems on paper,

 The pen is my companion, the paper—my friend.

 Alas, they do not know what I feel inside,

 Perhaps that’s why the pen tips break.

I tear the paper, hurting its heart, 

I squeeze the pen as if it's to blame.

 My mood today is just like the rain,

 As if the paper knows I love the rain.

There’s Still a Chance

There comes a time you lose your way,

You dread the night, ignore the day.

Each breath feels heavy, joy seems gone,

You wonder if you still belong.

But hear me now — the time will come,

When darkness fades and light will hum.

A day will rise, so pure, so bright,

And lift you gently toward the light.

I know you feel your dreams are lost,

Forgotten hopes, a painful cost.

Regret may grip you like a chain,

But even storms will pass with rain.

Don’t say “Not now,” don’t ask “But when?”

For life can bloom with joy again.

The day you thought would break you down,

Will one day wear a golden crown.

You, kind in heart and strong in soul,

Your words like balm, your spirit whole.

Though things today may seem unjust,

Your turn will come — believe, and trust.

Yes, patience hurts, I know it well,

Like seeking springs where deserts dwell.

Your tears may speak, your silence scream,

But never lose your precious dream.

Tomorrow waits with open skies,

With grace that lifts and wings that rise.

There’s still a chance, there’s still a way —

Please don’t give up — not now, not today.

Success is near, just past the bend,

And joy is yours, around the end.

The world still needs your voice, your spark —

You are the light within the dark.

Xasanova Aziza Kumushbek qizi. Born in Chirchik, Tashkent Region. Currently a student at Tashkent University of Economics and Pedagogy. On March 1, 2025, she received the title of "Faculty Zulfiya" in a competition held by the university. She has published several scientific articles.Her poems and stories have been published in many newspapers, magazines, and websites around the world.