#poem
The Dawn of the RestlessThe dawn rises, marching on,
The sun ascends, a golden song,
A new day's birth, so bold, so strong,
But do not wake me—let me belong.
The day proceeds, yet we don’t live,
Our steps move forth, but nothing give,
Awake, yet blind—no eyes to sieve,
Do not wake me—let me live.
No cure sought, no melody heard,
In whispers loud, the lies have stirred,
Chaos sewn from poisoned words,
Do not wake me—it’s too absurd.
For each their cause, the day awaits,
They rise, and noise proliferates,
With idle talk and whispered fates,
Do not wake me—silence creates.
Their tongues, unbridled, rule supreme,
Yet crave a pause, a quiet dream,
For stillness yearns, a fleeting gleam,
Do not wake me—it’s too extreme.
And if the gossip stands as truth,
Mark this well, in age or youth:
Why waste on words so void of proof?
Do not wake me—I seek no sleuth.
Regret spills forth, from tongues unwise,
In whispered airs, where silence dies,
The leaves have gone; the autumn cries,
Do not wake me—let time surmise.
Should I pause, a sudden halt,
Lost in thought, or find my fault,
If this is how my life’s been wrought,
Do not wake me—let dreams exalt.
This world, a clamor, loud and vast,
While men find peace in sleep at last,
A hand that pens a truth steadfast,
Do not wake me—my shadows cast.
One day, I’ll live this fleeting spark,
Like sinners seeking solace dark,
To sleep eternal, still and stark,
Do not wake me—extinguish the mark.
- Samariddin Sirojiddin o'g'li
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