Poetry from Jumanazarov Zohidjon

Young teen Central Asian boy, short dark hair, reading glasses, and a white collared shirt and black coat and tie.
LIFE IS A JOURNEY

Life is a journey, winding and long
Full of moments both weak and strong
It's a tapestry woven with joy and pain
A symphony of loss and gain

Each day a new chapter to unfold
With stories of love, and tales untold
A dance of laughter, a song of tears
A canvas painted with hopes and fears

Life is a gift, a precious treasure
A tapestry of moments to be measured
So cherish each breath, embrace the unknown
For in this life, our true selves are shown



Jumanazarov Zohidjon Eldor o‘g‘li
2nd course student of Uzbekistan State Institute of Arts and Culture 
Winner of the National Award "Stars of New Uzbekistan",  Project Manager of the International Teachers Association
Member of the International Association of Outsourcing Professionals Author of “Sociology of Management”, “Art Management” and  “Ethical Leadership”

Poetry from Maftuna Rustamova

Central Asian teen girl with hair behind her head, small earrings, and a pink blouse with flowers on the right. She's seated at a desk with books on a shelf and flowers behind her.

Human value.

They say that money solves everything in the world. They say that human welfare does not allow this. You cannot do anything without money. No matter how much knowledge you have, you cannot live without money.

Even those who acquire this knowledge sell it for money, and the owner of clear knowledge is left behind.

Essay from Maftuna Rustamova


                             Central Asian teen girl with long straight dark hair, brown eyes, and a black jacket with a zipper.

The family is our small homeland. The family various, large or small. The environment in the family is all it is considered important for dialogues. There is also such a proverb in our people.

“The bird does what it sees in the nest.” This proverb is not said for nothing. Because the little boy has a kind of eloquence, the order and decency he sees in his house and on the street, in various crowded places he will also speak in the same way. Don’t forget, whatever order and communication you see in your home, even in public places you don’t always have to adjust this. If you’ve learned beautiful and human manners and your family’s order is exemplary you leave yourself a lot with your upbringing first and set an example for your peers. This is your main achievement and will bring thanks to your family environment and help you show yourself and rise.

Bukhara region 

Jondor District

30-school 

8-“a” class student .

Poetry from Muxarram Murodulayeva

Earn your parents’ trust.

You have lived so many years of health,
You have done so well.
Now gather your mental quickly,
Earn your parents’ trust.

Discussed a lot of with heart.
You have done your greed helpless
Now gather your share-out.
Earn your parent’s trust.

You are done linguist by destine
You have decided Orientist.
Now You struggle quickly
Earn your parent’s trust.

Allah gives chance repeatedly.
Mean knowledge is available for you
Now You will have done again.
Earn your parent’s trust.

Go-between used to come and left.
You have cried, said ”l will read”
Now you don’t lose your way.
Earn your parent’s trust.

They told: “No married, another girl”
Girls are too much on trees.
You said: l have got a lot responsibility.
Earn your parent’s trust.

Believe. None of parents don’t
connect their hope from girl.
Go to Makkah together them.
Earn your parent’s trust.

Ask only from again Allah
He is Al-Majiyd from unique lord
İf you write poem, write only from life
Earn your parent’s trust.

Murodullayeva Muharramxon Rustam qizi

Poetry from Pat Doyne

THE PRICE OF EGGS

The time to prevent fascist dictatorship

was yesterday, not tomorrow.

He said he would burn it all down—

and now we choke on smoke.

He promised retribution.

Made no secret of his hates—

brown-skinned immigrants,

gays and trans, import prices.

Made no secret that his game plan

was Project 2025.

But we didn’t expect he’d hand the reins

to the man who bought him the office,

a billionaire now looting our coffers.

Yes, I’m angry.

Angry at simpletons who ignored his words,

ignored his crimes, his insurrection;

ignored his pandemic failures,

and voted for him because he said

he’d lower the price of eggs.

On Day 1, as promised, dictatorship begins.

We watch him try to end birthright citizenship,

close public schools, defund social programs,

take over the Panama Canal, Canada, Gaza.

Each day brings job loss and threats,

hijacked budgets, chaos.

The time to stave off chaos was yesterday.  

Today, we watch democracy on fire.

Our grandchildren will sift through its ashes.

Copyright 2/2025                Patricia Doyne

Poetry from Sobirjonova Rayhona

Central Asian woman with long dark hair in a ponytail, brown eyes, small earrings, a white collared shirt and black coat on the left. Taller Central Asian woman with a gauzy tan sequined veil, golden earrings, a pink dress and sequined breastplate, and a tan bejeweled robe on the right.

Happy wedding sister!💋💋

Only you are as kind as my mother,

My dearest pearl in the world,

My loving angel

❤️ Happy wedding, Dilmira sister.

You are the happiness in my life,

Your covenants are my covenants

I will love you forever

❤️ Happy wedding, Dilmira sister.

Oh my God, thank you so much.

I will find peace for you,

all over the world,

❤️ Happy wedding, Dilmira sister.

Let your name be famous, epic, let it be

sometimes good and bad

One day our time will come,

❤️ Happy wedding, Dilmira sister.

May every happy moment be with you,

justification of discipleship,

I am like you

❤️ Happy wedding, Dilmira sister.

I love you more than my life sister.

Not for the world, your lonely soul,

Be healthy in my happy moments

❤️ Happy wedding, Dilmira sister.

😘 May we be happy every day

Sobirjonova Rayhona, is a 10th-grade student of the 8th general secondary school in Vobkent district, Bukhara region. She was born in December 2008 in the village of Cho’rikalon, Vobkent district, in a family of intellectuals. Her parents supported her from a young age.  She started writing in the 3rd grade. Her first creative poem was published in the newspaper “Vobkent Hayot”. She has also published extensively in America’s Synchaos Newspaper, India’s Namaste India Magazine, Gulkhan Magazine, Germany’s RavenCage Magazine and many other magazines and newspapers. She has also actively participated in many competitions, won high places and won many prizes. She is still busy creating.

Poetry from Eva Petropoulou Lianou

White woman with straight dark hair, green eyes, a dark colored sweater, and a gray sequined cap.

Dialogue with soul 5

In this life, each one of us has a different purpose

You can be inspired from the idea of someone…but the Idea belongs always to creator

Let’s see about how the Idea is coming to an artist…

We are millions and millions minds in this beautiful planet, we called it Earth …

But what is really amazing, is the fact that we don’t think the same way.

We are so many creators, artists and poets and painters and dancers, even if we leave in the same place, we will not think the same and that because we come from different backgrounds religious or social even economical one.

This is the most amazing thing…

We have so many different experiences and of course we must write down about all our personal thoughts and feelings.

I believe only if we share our deepest thoughts and feelings we can know our true selves and become a better version of him

Because in the end we will be always alone with God and our dreams….

EVA Petropoulou Lianou 🇬🇷

Official candidate for Nobel Peace prize

2024