MY RIVER PAINS
I want to smile...
And you are in the air...
Even though I am young,
I am one of those who have eaten a lot of this old world's morals...
It breaks you when it calls, it doesn't break itself...
It's interesting, then you will also become one of these decency sticks who do not try to say "yes"...
I can't...
Why?!
I am a servant in this world, if I make a mistake in the morning, I will be punished at noon...
The century of my day comes when I know my lesson...
And you know "Kilmish" but you don't know about "Kidirmish"...
I'm not smiling...
And you are still in the air...
Don't think it's easy for me. I've had pains you don't even know about, even times when I'm ready to give up on dinner. But you know what? I didn't, we all have choices. So don't ever take a wrong step, my dears!
I want to go far away, forget everything,
To the city that my dream calls to.
I want to go far away, irrevocably
I am alone with this poor soul.
What did my heart not see?
I'm not dead, I'm still alive.
This heart is pounded like a horn,
And yet the heart is still beating.
Fate breaks me, shakes me even,
It never stopped teaching.
Now I'm used to everything,
Tears did not stop crying.
This is my face when I smile
I have pains that no one knows about.
There are things I couldn't tell you,
Mom, so that you don't feel sad.
Every night I press my face to the pillow,
I was crying so much
With pain in the heart.
This is my face when I smile
I have pains that no one knows about.
I have a friend. We talk to him every day. His thoughts are deep and thoughtful. I don’t pay much attention to his words. I used to laugh at his wise words: “Don’t be so wise.” One day he said: “You should appreciate your parents, I envy you.” I understood all the pain in his tearful eyes.
There was an orphanage near our school. I pass by there every day, as long as I don’t pay attention. After this incident, I began to look at that place with a different look.
I saw a crying four-year-old boy. My steps led involuntarily towards the boy. As my hands gripped his tiny shoulders, I felt a surge of strength.
– Does the boy cry too, what’s the matter, little one?
– I saw my father. I ran, but they left without looking…
I wiped the tears on their faces and comforted them. In the child’s Byron language: the resounding word “father” – the image of “invisible fathers” raised many questions in my heart…
Gulsevar Khojamova
Uzbekistan, Student of Andijan State Pedagogical Institute
Ode to the Dead Soul
The blue sea is burning in the leaves of the trees
The roar that pierced the sky stopped
Each chapter of the novel is titled 'Black Sorrow'.
The dry path crawls past like a reptile
Wailing wails across the fields
The tension of the invisible thread in the whole being
When will the sailor anchor in the unknown island?
Existence will sink into the abyss of space
A couple of birds perched on a dry branch, silent readers
A portrait in new white cloth
The soul of the solar system has hidden itself
The saint's body will be destroyed
Soul will get immortality.
The Best Language Bangla
In the land of rivers wide and green,
Where history's tapestry is woven unseen,
There lies a tongue, melodious and sweet,
That echoes through the ages, a heartbeat.
Bangla, the language of passion and fire,
Whispers of freedom, soaring higher,
In its syllables, tales of courage untold,
In its verses, dreams of old.
From the banks of Padma to the hills afar,
Bangla's essence, like a guiding star,
Unites the hearts, in love and in song,
A melody that's ancient, yet ever strong.
With every word, a story unfurls,
Of triumphs, struggles, and pearls,
A language of poets, thinkers, and seers,
Echoing through time, conquering fears.
Oh Bangla, in your rhythms, we find,
A symphony of the heart and mind,
In your letters, a nation's pride,
Forever in you, our spirits abide.
Muntasir Mamun Kiron is a student of grade 10 in Harimohan Government High School, Chapainawabganj, Bangladesh.
Successful people always think positively. They always enjoy life no matter what. They are good at almost everything. It’s always nice to talk to them because they’re always smiling and friendly. Such people poison others with their happiness. Successful people believe in themselves and their success. They never feel bad that “I can’t succeed” because they make every effort to learn everything in advance. However, even if something fails, they, unlike those who are harmed, ask themselves, “How did this happen and what should I do?” They ask the question and look for ways to get a positive result. Successful people are not afraid of responsibility. They take responsibility for the decisions they make, even if they are difficult for others or risky. When you’re successful, you immediately have haters around you. Ignore them, don’t let criticism, pressure, emotional attacks make you weak. Build up your confidence and use your armor of confidence for good!!
What is the role of energy in our life? Why do I rarely take people close to me? There are different categories of people around us and we have to establish a relationship with them. I have been working on my spirituality and personal development for years and I want to share my findings with you! I avoid 3 categories of people very quickly, I don’t even read their messages: 1) He complains about his life, shares his pain with everyone, blames everyone and makes himself the victim 2) Interferes in the life of others, discusses and gossips about it; 3) Those who do not understand you, who only think they are right and give unsolicited advice. These 3 categories of people eat your energy. After you talk to a person who constantly complains about his life, makes himself miserable, blames everyone, his energy and aura of dirt will transfer to you. You feel powerless, unable to do anything. Those who interfere in other people’s lives and look for dirt under their fingernails can even make you sick. Gossip, discussions, finding fault with someone will darken your heart, and being too busy with things that have nothing to do with you is nothing more than wasting your energy.
For example, I don’t care who is married, divorced or at war with someone. Those who always blame you, who do not understand even if you explain a million times, who look for dirt under their fingernails, are the biggest enemies of your energy. By the time you explain to them and justify yourself, you will be exhausted and nervous. Because he does not understand, does not want to understand. Because he himself is so negative, he thinks of others as well. I will forever block those who have bad suspicions about me, I will never talk to them. Because if you don’t do a thousand good deeds, he will suspect evil. Allah also said: “I am in the suspicions of my servant about me.” Whatever you suspect about people, he will show you. I rarely have close relationships with people. I do not allow negative energy to influence others. I don’t listen to anyone on personal matters, I don’t give advice. Because I don’t know the situation completely, and someone’s problems and pains definitely affect me. That’s why I stay away. Don’t let someone else’s dirty aura affect your beautiful life, don’t waste your valuable time discussing the lives of worthless people.
When you bring yourself to zero, that’s when positive energy flows into you. Zero is the strongest number and state in the world. The number, which represents nothingness, emptiness and nothingness, is a very powerful number. God created man innocent. At first he was zero to sin. That’s when he was the strongest. For example, you talk about your problems, let’s say you have 10-15 problems. You don’t have a car, your health is bad, you are unhappy with your family, and so on. Is it possible to erase these when you write them down on a piece of paper? Of course it is possible. But what can’t you turn off? Zero! You can’t erase an absence from a sheet.
Sorrows
I shut my eyes in silence
Will these pains remain?
If I don't talk, I'll keep quiet
Will it give peace to sorrows
Or say good people
I have bad pains
A lot of things are heard
The nights when I can't find an answer
Or is that life
Grief is made of worry
Good days are coming
Armon contacted me
Toshtemirova Dildora Hakim qizi . Born in Uzbekistan on October 9, 2008
Cold Train to Texas
Cold train to Texas
shaved my beard off
Cut my hair short
appearing younger with scars
I don't believe in guns
just bazookas
No sandals just boots
no cigs just pipes
I'm a one woman man
she's crying back home
Train whistling
beginning the sick trip
Everyone worried about war
some greased up to slide
Moon watching above
witch on her broom
Drones following her and us
note taking who is worse
Train paying no attention
engineer stoked in vibrations
Wild eyed
mouth open
Picking up speed
over the bridge of no return.
Still of Midnight
Stores closed
yet the parking lot full
people sitting in their cars
sleeping sitting up
huddled under blankets
doors locked
homeless
doing without
and living within
hope and turmoil
and the death of tears.
Sleeping Sun
We beg
you
to awake
We need
your
warmth
Your
light
showing the way.
Going Home
Going home
probably not there anymore
Can't stop
hoping
It will be
as it was
Years ago
different world
Everything
lost now
Collecting tears
memory wrapped
Loved ones
cherished list
With deep sorrow
we seldom called.
