SUMMARY
Time flies without looking back
Rushing like a man without passion
Without combing his loose hair
He runs too fast
Taking a day of childhood
I don’t know where it went?
Put it in a bag called life
Goes along the beach
I called again and again, but
He didn’t even turn around.
A big problem in the heart,
He quickly got on a horse and ran away
Light’s eyes grew dim
Night fell in my hut
It didn’t leave my body
A time when my heart was crushed
From this day I learned the value of time,
Eyes wide open today,
I used even the night
The knot that bound it was not resolved.
The end is invisible
Time is still running out
Mashhura Ahmadjonova was born on October 25, 1999 in Uychi district of Namangan region. The winner of the 2nd place in the regional stage of the “Most Active Reader” Republican competition. Member of the Indian organization “All India Council for Technical Skill Development”, the Argentinean organization “Juntos pol las letras”