Childhood

Cool air, green grass,
The old street of childhood.
We have a variety of trees in our garden
A few bloomed.

The smell is still lingering,
Bread made by my mother, like me.
When a guest comes, the messages are silent,
Bread goes away in the oven.

Like me, he cried a lot
It didn't happen, it couldn't stay.
If the father stayed at home, the girl-
The wheel of life was turning late.

Weddings without bread, without girls, without grace...
Childhood thoughts...



Nature

Mother Nature declares,
The whole landscape is vast.
Let the eyes be glad to see again,
Sunlight is the same for everyone.

Live, play, enjoy
Sing with friends.
Put your child on your shoulder
Open your mother.

It's hard to say thank you
All blessings are upon us.
Man lives well
There will be more.

Tuliyeva Sarvinoz
The winner of the state award named after Zulfia (2019).
Teacher of native language and literature at Shaikhontohur District Vocational School, Tashkent.
She is the author of the poetry books "Song of Peace", "I am a Girl of Truth", "Morning Poem".