Akhmadjonov Ibrokhimjon (Abraham)

For My Past Life...

Unconsciously, flipping through my live book

I have stopped regretting my previous days.

Shining smiles settled down on my lips.

If I loved someone loved like a mad.

 

Was I poor or wealthy, it didn’t matter?

All I had was my heart, I was competent.

Sunny life embarrassed, cared for later.

New poems were born inside my content.

 

I stopped regretting my previous days.

My life was so unique all over the world.

I loved,

I cared,

I lost,

But lived it.

My life was worth living, wasn’t it, my God.