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Tuesday, 27 January 2026

A phone-call - Rafiq O’zturk

My poor dad
would love to be proud of me.
He is glad
if he finds something
that was lost long ago.
 
My poor dad
is aware of my learning
Russian, English and Norwegian,
and he keeps inviting me
to visit his country,
tries to send me clothes
via the post office for a year.
 
My poor dad
has suddenly grown old.
Everybody has left, as a result,
and even his pitiless sons
can’t remember him!
 
My poor dad
is still amazed at my poetry,
although my book hasn’t been published yet,
and no one has used it as toilet paper,
as he predicted long ago.
 
My poor dad…

Rafiq O’zturk (21st century) Uzbekistan
Translated by the author (?)
Source: New East Digital Archive

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