No one will be able to love you the same way before
No one can die like you did
I give you castles in the air
I give you sand castles
I’m drowning in the rising tide
I’m drowning in time and death
Pain is a cloud shot in/from minutes
The sand covers the past and
I am drowning in the depths of the sands
***
Mom taught the soldier to read
Mom taught the soldier how to dress
The soldier did not teach his mother to cry
The soldier did not teach his mother to wait
You can’t be born mothers
You can die mothers
Corpses dig trenches for themselves
Corpses are dug out from trenches
***
The tree is dead
Nobody organized a funeral
No one came to say goodbye to the deceased
No one has made a coffin out of human skin
The tree was killed in an unequal battle with a chainsaw
The tree was killed by depriving the executioner of excess oxygen
Trees are so humble that they will endure anything
Trees are so proud that they even die in silence
***
Crystal air
Crystal man
Crystal leaves under crystal feet
Mines
***
1
snowflake cures snowflake
time does not stand still
and the snow molds jugs of touches
2
the bird drinks the morning silence
spring grass is washed with morning dew
the cemetery in the morning is unchanged
3
Inevitable night plays snowballs
another moment and the eyelids will drop
forever
***
аliens are looking
for the last flower
in the history of planet
***
the grass falls asleep
autumn rain drinks
the growing silence
***
the leaves under my feet
taught my bones to crunch
again
***
birds seek sound
and proud friendship
in feathered dandelions
***
nobody knows
who’s hiding under
the killing snow
***
Feet are washed with water and eyes are dried
The desert of the gaze envelops with heat
Look at me and tell me that no one will die
The glass fades and the mosaic breaks into pieces
Bread crumbs gradually become smaller
Birds quietly peck bread or eyes
The world stands still waiting for the future
A storm of inaction envelops the tree
The tree does not resist but dies
How many crosses can a tree give birth to?
How many crosses can a cleaver make?
The grains of time keep their own count
***
You are silent
I drink the silence
You are a bird
I am a torn feather
You give me joy
I’m not happy about anyone or anything
You kiss me with your lips of sunny pearls
I’m still dying slowly
***
Someone is counting the number of stars in the sky
Nobody knows how many suns died in a sore chest
We all smoke the air of freedom and we all die
But what will the homeless angels think of us?
***
the sky under my feet turned into puddles
a little boy with a strange name comes to me every night
he asks to copy an icon from him
and I can draw little things in my dreams
the painted sky under my feet dissolves with the sound of the alarm clock
***
the garage stinks of gasoline
the radio in the kitchen is annoying during dinner
and the younger brother shudders at the sight of the leather belt as before
even after our father’s death
***
ran away from math class
autumn started a lesson with origami
but
sorry I’m too lazy
sorry I’m too sad
for this lesson
silence flows through the veins of the air
the cuts on my hands are almost healed
the rope loop on the chandelier still hangs in my room
I still doubt that everything will go according to plan
I’ll probably skip English lesson tomorrow
I have important things to do in my room
***
lips crack without waiting for a kiss
the snow sculpting the touching
at the bus stop
*** bones entwined with flowers wash the coffin with their whiteness like its a dirty box with a surprise
*** a black cat falls from the roof into the night mouth of silence
*** sort through cards with the names of the dead do not sort through cards with the names of the dead the death assistant has a lot of busyness
*** white people with a clear (empty?) conscience enter my house black birds on the windowsill knock on the iron night of death white people beat fear out of their heads black birds sew up their eyes with despair
*** the rubber hunger of poverty blood flows like a spring glossy eye drinks sugar stream does not quench your thirst
*** Syncopation caught the top of the mountains, so air screamed and drowned in the river. Surprisingly, the fiery heart descended from the sky and also sank in the water. We have been living without the sun for a month. What else does the river water carry away in memory and wash away on the eve of the end of the world?
Md. Mahbubul Alam is from Bangladesh. His writer name is Mahbub John in Bangladesh. He is a Senior Teacher (English) of Harimohan Government High School, Chapainawabganj, Bangladesh. Chapainawabganj is a district town of Bangladesh. He is an MA in English Literature from Rajshahi College under National University. He has published three books of poems in Bangla. He writes mainly poems but other branches of literature such as prose, article, essay etc. also have been published in national and local newspapers, magazines, little magazines. He has achieved three times the Best Teacher Certificate and Crest in National Education Week in the District Wise Competition in Chapainawabganj District. He has gained many literary awards from home and abroad. His English writings have been published in Synchronized Chaos for seven years.
Ecology and me
What do we mean by ecology? Ecology is a complex of biological sciences that studies the structure of systems, populations, biocenoses, biogeocenoses, that is, the structure of the ecosystem and the biosphere, the processes that take place in them. The term ecology was coined in 1866 by the German scientist E. Haeckel It was proposed to determine the relationship with. It can lead to chaos and disturbance. As a result of disturbing the ecological balance, it has a deep and bad effect on human health. Therefore, try your best to avoid causing environmental problems and to eliminate these problems!
What can you think of as environmental problems?
One of the main problems is air pollution and global warming. Due to the humidification of the air, the ozone layer is collapsing. The origin of this problem is the harmful gases emitted by enterprises and cars. If we talk about the problem of global warming, as a result of this, glaciers are melting and animals living on these glaciers are dying. Especially polar bears. Due to this, it is necessary to reduce and eliminate the occurrence of such problems.
Kurolova Dilnura Shokirjon's daughter was born on October 15, 2009 in Gurlan district of Khorezm region. She is currently a student of the 8th grade of the 30th school. To date, she has achieved many achievements.
May you be blessed in the hereafter, my grandmother
May your place be in heaven, my dear
May your heart always be bright
God bless you my god.
Rasulova Rukhshona Vahobjon’s daughter was born on October 16, 2008 in Rishton district of Fergana region. In 2015, she started studying in the 1st grade of school 34 in this district. Currently, she is a 10th grade student at this school. Rukhshona Rasulova is interested in participating in various competitions, writing poems and stories, and reading many books.
She regularly participates in school and district competitions and takes pride of place. She has also participated in many online contests and earned international certificates.
She is a member of various creative teams and the winner of the 2024 Science Horizon project and the owner of the badge “Follower of the Great Fighters”. She won 2nd place in the district stage of the intellectual game “Zakovat.”
As a young artist she has unlimited goals in her heart. Her biggest dream is to become a “young reader”. Rukhshona Rasulova’s poems were published in one of the most prestigious magazines of Great Britain “Raven Cage” and “Kenya Time” in Thailand. And she has participated in various anthologies covering artists across the Republic. Her creative works are included in the collections “Travel to the land of happiness”, “Young talents”, “Youth of Uzbekistan”, “Heart lines”, “Stars of the sky”, “Ijod va me”.
She also published a number of creative works in the international anthology “Buyuk jadidchilar izdoshi” almanac-anthology, which was held across the Republic. Currently, she is the head of the “Young creatives” circle at Ruhshona 34 general secondary school. At the same time, her creative works were also published in the newspaper “Tong ystziri” published throughout the Republic. And Shijoat is the regional coordinator of the free volunteering organization. We hope you will enjoy reading some of her works.
