Lifetime cost
They say life is a fast flowing river
Confluents mean everyone you know
They say fate is different from wishes
It is necessary to obey him without going against him
The measure of every step you take is clear
You do not create tomorrow
Sometimes your life is cloudy, sometimes it’s clear
Reminder flows day and night
Life is full of wine
Who likes it, someone likes it
Sometimes he takes your heart and carves it
After all, he has a pen in his hand
You will pass through various roads
Put different faces on your face
Waving at some people slowly and casually
Some will take place in your heart
In this way, the life of a person will be spent
Some live contentedly
A precious opportunity given
Those who have passed away are unhappy with fate
About the author
Mahkamov Mahmudjan was born on February 19, 2004 in Koshtepa district of Fergana region. In 2022, after completing the 2nd Specialized state comprehensive school in the district with a gold medal, he was recommended to the Namangan State Pedagogical Institute as a student on the basis of a grant. Today, he is a student of the National Idea, the foundations of spirituality and law education.
Coordinator of the Faculty of Social Sciences of the primary organization of the Youth Union of Uzbekistan Namangan State Pedagogical Institute.
Until today, he has made several achievements.
In particular, 3rd place winner of the regional stage of the “Young Reader” competition, “Intellectual Olympiad-2022” and “Zakovat” among higher educational institutions Participant of Intellectual Weekly-2024.
2nd place in the nomination “The most active propagandist student of the year” at the institute stage of the republican competition “Student of the Year-2023”,
Winner of the 2nd place in the reading contest “Connoisseur of History Collection”,
Winner of the 2nd place in the Student Olympiad,
Winner of the 3rd place in checkers at the Students’ Week,
Participant of “League of Bookreader students”.
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These lines stood out to me as a sort of abstract realism…
I imagined closing my eyes and seeing the sort of dreamlike “,,,waving at some…casually…” for what are we if not human replica’s of each other’s
unavoidable foibles replete with the necessary balance of joys and sorrows,
subject to the similar “fate[s]”.
“Put different faces on your face
Waving at some people slowly and casually
Some will take place in your heart
In this way, the life of a person will be spent
Some live contentedly…
[While] those who have passed away are unhappy with fate”
The writer caught in a few words human frailty while celebrating human possibility in a way only a young person could: with simple youthful elegance.
Mahkamov, your poetry is prescient, sensitive, and I enjoy it very much. Thank you for sharing.