the birds told me
about silence
forest temple spring


***
The cut off silence of snow
You swam out of the kefir night into the dawn

I dug a hole for you and I made a coffin for you
I ghosting and brought the lonely future closer

Cracks in the air crunched loudly
Someone is sneaking someone is looking for you in the silence

Blizzard blossoms like apple tree above
And from below under the ground worms are crawling into the future

Triangular night is knocking on the back of head
And in the back of the head there is nothing except wormy posthumous tin


***
we prayed to everyone: from Jesus and Satan to Batman and the Joker
as a result: your face is now forever young

the photo on the cemetery granite slab never changes


***
grass under your feet
glass under your feet

crunch underfoot
crunch inside

Rainer Kunze's rain gardens fall
on the heads of silent stones
that we were before we were born


***
a person is born with a noose around his neck
a rope that is attached to god

who will wash us in the rain without a home
who will wash our feet like in ancient times

one cheek for a hit, one cheek for suicide
and somewhere between the cheeks there are eyes 
that slid down from what they saw


***
torn belly herbarium
autumn leaves stick to the eyes   
future in the rain

moisture attracts worms
birds drink the silence
in  an abandoned cemetery

The sky 

The sky is the greatest and most precious 

The sky is the most beautiful art which inspires 

The sky can give happiness to someone

May the sky be calm and clear all the time

The sky is the creation of the creator

The sky is a bright spark of hope

The sky is the infinite pillar of humanity

The sky is actually a prisoner of life

The sky is a great philosophy

The sky, reveal your all secrets to everyone

Intizor Samandarova was born on May 3, 2007 in Gurlan District, Khorezm Region, Respublic of Uzbekistan.She is the author of the books “The best invitation” and “My grandfather’s memoir”.She is the member of international organizations “Iqra” of Pakistan,”Asih Sasami”of Indonesia,”Juntos por las letras”of Argentina,”All India council for technical skill development” of India.Her poems have been published in newspapers, magazines and international anthologies.

Let tie our broom sticks together and sweep the floor in our society.

A word of peace is like a kettle of water,

But we are now ruled by the kingdom of pieces.

Nowadays

Neighborhood is like enemies of yester age,

Where two neighbors live in the same compound but opponent heart.

The tree of hatred planted into our minds,

Who’s bear the fruit of conflict,

Growing stronger and bearing more fruits.

Hatred killing the foundation of good Morrow

Now today

Hatred is building the tower of conflict

Injecting odium Into the heart of today child.

Killing love in the mind of tomorrow men’s 

Where indeed in yester age 

A child spent a day in friend house

Where they Will play together

Eat lunch together

And even call the friend mother mummy

But in today years

We are lost in a black forest

Where our hatred have distract our children friendship

Always avoiding them from eating neighbors meals

Giving them toys to stop playing with the neighbors children

This are not the anthem of democracy we heard from larks during quadrennial replacement.

Half dead tree unlikely to bear fruit,

Watering with patience,

But refuse to change.

They are quadrennial replacement,

Yearning for the votes from our thumbs.

The trees are becoming enormous,

Like tree’s in the forest,

Standing with dry leaves.

They keep rejecting works

Becoming more baren than ever.

They grow to consume our toils,

But serving us nothing.

Moon(haiku)

Shining all the night,

In the gap between darkness,

That lighten the earth.

Market

A panel board,

That bridge different wires,

Red, black and yellow,

With different insulators

Wealth

Wishes that makes dream

Come true,

The pride of human

That defines existence.

Precious stone

Oh precious stone

Human are thirsty to have,

Hustle through curdles day and night.

Green fingers

The wealth of the nation

Waving at us

Agriculture growing

Crops mingling with us.

Stay in gist with them

From dawn to dusk.

Green fingers that wave at us

Like calabash on a river

Accompany us with air.

Green fingers

Our marketer

That we undergoes barta trade

Exchanging health and joy.

Argony(haiku)

Always Mood changer

That fills the heart with anger

Like a mourning one

I am in pain

Blood flow like stream

Embracing the soil

That reduce our fertile.

Bandit and Boko Haram

Acting of their choice

Insecurity embracing us

Victims have no fear for law again

Kill and earn

Murderer becoming occupation

Rule of law abandoned

People suffering from pieces

Peace have been buried cause by low security.

Nuraini Mohammad Usman is a passionate writer and student from Minna, Niger state with roots in Kano State. Inspired by his experience and culture, he crafts uplifting poems and stories that ignite positive change with a strong foundation from Better Treasure international school and Al-fawzul Azeem International School, Nuraini is currently honing his skills at Legend International School and Hilltop Creative Art foundation. He believes in the power of words to inspire and motivate others.

Mother

          Mother. There is a world of meaning in this small 3-letter word. Mother is such a beautiful and meaningful word. When we say “mother”, a kind of peace and love appears inside us. Is it easy to be a mother? Who can love their children like a mother? Who can protect them like a mother? When we fail, when the doors of fortune are closed to us, only and only our loving mother can stand by us. Your closest friends, relatives, and even your loving hearts, who always say “You’re fine, you’re fine,” turn away from you in that situation and cannot help you. The lives of all people in the world are not equal. Sometimes they succeed and sometimes they fail. For example, I have had many failures in my life. In those situations, even if I didn’t tell my mother, they could tell by my voice and face that I was depressed. A mother’s heart feels everything. They gave me strength and motivation, they taught me that there is still life ahead of me, that everything will happen in life, just try not to give up. They show me the right way. When I succeed in life, I tell my mother first. They are always proud to have children like me. 

Mothers can raise their voice to their children, they can be angry, they can say words that hurt your heart, but their love for their children never ends. A mother is such a being that every being carries that mercy and that blessing with motherhood. From humans to monsters, mothers never change, never hurt their children, their children’s lives are beautiful, and they work tirelessly to ensure that they don’t need anything in the future. A hyena, carrying her baby between her sharp teeth and protecting her children from danger, shows us how sensitive motherhood is. Mothers feed their children without eating, clothe their children without wearing them, so that their children do not become separated from their peers, so that they do not become dependent on anyone in the future, they work tirelessly, not calling night night, not calling day day, not knowing what rest is. He educates them and teaches them in big cities.

A mother is a heart full of blessings. Even though he vomits blood and cries blood, he does not let his child feel it. He swallows his pain. He shows the world to his children as beautiful and charming.

              A mother is not just a person who gave birth to a child. A mother is a whole world for a child, a painful and never-closing door. When it comes to mother, you can hear a different definition from each child. Someone praises his mother with the most beautiful words in the world, while someone else says that there are no words to describe. So who is mother to you?

“For me, mom…

The most kind, beautiful, sweet woman in the world is my mother. Without my mother, I cannot imagine the worlds, not even a single moment. My mother has a feeling, it is patience. I always admire these sentiments. No other person has the patience my mother has. My mother always helps the people around her, she is a generous woman. My mother is my heaven. May my mother be healthy and safe for me.”

Mother is a happiness that you cannot see! Some people cannot even feel this happiness. Life is beautiful for me because my mother lives in it. There will be days when my mother will always be proud of me, Inshallah! I will do my best for it!

Thank you, my mother!

Majidova Sevinch was born on March 8, 2004 in Shahrisabz district of Kashkadarya region. On September 1, 2010, she was admitted to the 1st grade at the 8th general secondary school located in Shahrisabz district. After graduating from school with excellent grades, in 2021 she was admitted to the Faculty of Elementary Education of Tashkent State Pedagogical University named after Nizami. She is currently a 3rd-year student at the Faculty of Elementary Education. During her career, she participated in many webinars, courses and competitions and received diplomas and certificates in many fields. Currently, she is fluent in Turkish, English and is studying Arabic and Russian. In his free time, she reads books on various fields and learns languages.

1

staggering 

in rising flood water

his empty bottle

something left

a man’s will



— Christina Chin/Uchechukwu Onyedikam




2

exposed wood

of the upholstery 

the cat's claws

a toddler traces

the outline



— Christina Chin/Uchechukwu Onyedikam




3

morning

the snails

after the rain

on the wall

a route



— Christina Chin/Uchechukwu Onyedikam



4

dogs in the 

neighbourhood 

hot afternoon

taking shade

under the bamboo hut



— Christina Chin/Uchechukwu Onyedikam



5

food scraps 

crows on the disused 

telephone cables 

the hour—

after scavenging



— Christina Chin/Uchechukwu Onyedikam

Books are our friends

In our life we can meet different educated people, who read different books to achieve these successes. It is these books that made the uneducated and educated people become scientists. There are many types of books. There are also books for people with different  skills. There are many books of world literature.

Among us there are folk proverbs like: ‘a book is our friend’ and ‘a book is a source of knowledge’. Always full of valuable and useful information for us. I mostly like to read world literature. I am especially interested in the works of Shakespeare and Pushkin. I recommend it to you too. A person who reads books is never lacking. Besides, he craves knowledge in his adult life. We can use the wide opportunities given to young people to visit various libraries and read to our heart’s content. It is this books that make scientists, and we should read various magazine and articles without limiting ourselves to books.

Mo’minjonova Diyora was born in 2007, 4th September in Turakurgan. She is a student of 11th grade.

Remember

I remember the brightest star

Seeking a symphony of

Cacophonous smile

A birdwatcher’s view

Melting into red blue

Nothingness

A sweet tooth for all seasons

I pine for the sweet magnolias

The cricket’s happening stance

Of welcoming smiles

Magnitude of oceans

Rising into my palms

The oak trees follow their path

A napping squeeze

Of Rosemary and thyme

I remember that oceanic haze

A bright blue morning

Of heaven seeking

Wrapped around my children’s

Little finger