Butterfly

 When I wake up early, the sky is the sky,

 It was blue and flying. 

 A long-tailed deer standing by the stream,

 A butterfly comes to us from there.

 He is called an angel, just a soul for a day,

 He flies and plays and has no blood in his veins.

 He saw the sunrise, only the moment he was born,

 His head reached the sky, he saw his own iqbal.

 He didn’t say wealth, he didn’t say wealth,

 He just flew, flew far and never complained.

 He took a whiff of the crimson rose,

 A new friend saw and did not leave.

 His little life is over.

The sun is giving way to the moon.

 He gave his life, both of them,

 To the world of light until it stops.

Murodova Muslima Kadyrovna was born on June 29, 2010 in Jondar district of Bukhara region. Currently, she is a 7th grade student of school No. 30 in this district. Her first book of poetry was published in 2024 under the name “Come beautiful spring”. Winner of many achievements. She won the 2nd place at the festival held in the district. She won the 1st place in the district stage and the 2nd place in the regional stage of the “Bakhtim Shul: Zulfiyasiman Uzbek” contest. Her first anthology was published by the UK publisher Justfiction Edition. Founder of “Muslima’s” blog. A young teacher who was able to develop about 250 artists. Owner of more than 50 international certificates.