Survival
Sometimes you wish not to see another day,
Breathing feels heavy, life seems to slip away.
Yet know, my precious one, your time will stay,
The day you least expect will come your way.
Do not grieve, I know your path is steep,
Dreams forgotten, sorrows cling and creep.
But trust, my dear, one day your heart will leap,
To skies of joy, where blessings run deep.
Do not ask when, do not ask why,
Bright mornings will reach you, by and by.
Even the day you wished to let pass by,
You’ll remember it only with a smile high.
My precious one, my sweet words true,
Your dark eyes pure, your heart like dew.
The struggles that haunt you, the things you rue,
One day your fortune will come into view.
Patience is heavier than the desert sand,
Tears now are friends, as fate has planned.
A companion now, a friend at hand,
Tomorrow with my Lord will make life grand.
There is still a chance, there is still hope,
Never surrender, never lose scope.
Luck awaits, and life will help you cope,
Happiness incomplete without your own rope.

Xasanova Aziza Kumushbek qizi. Born on October 1, 2004 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. Her poems, stories, and works are constantly published in countries such as Albania, Pakistan, Italy, America, Great Britain, Germany, India, Argentina, Turkey, Arabia and Uzbekistan, Kenya, Africa, Korea,Bangladesh
Thank you so mach my dear poet friend
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