Nature
Nature is the most beautiful beauty given to us. We all appreciate this beauty. But, until now, due to the wrong use of nature and the environment, people have a negative impact not only on nature ,but also their own lives.
Many factories, machines and electronics are still being produced today. As a result, the atmosphere is being poisoned. People are also breathing toxic gases. Let us and nature be friends. Because then let protect himself.
Maftuna Rustamova
30 the school
8-“a” class
My country is lucky
Iqbal will always bless my country,
It is a blessing to be born in this country.
The flag is raised high in the sky,
His name echoes on the ground all the time.
The world has recognized my country today,
Pride is burning in the heart of every young person.
Fayz-u is full of refreshment every day,
Gratitude on the tongue, tears in the eyes.
Allah also made us independent,
All conditions are for us young people.
The door of opportunity is open,
The youth of Uzbeks are in trouble today.
It’s okay, no matter how much I praise
Day by day, our land grows brighter.
“We will never be inferior to anyone!”
This is our noble goal, our motto.
Shodiyeva Mehribon Amin’s daughter was born in 1998 in Shofirkon district of Bukhara region. The young artist’s poems have been published several times in newspapers and magazines such as “Shofirkon Ovozi”, “Bukhara Sharif”, “Istiqlal Gunchali”, “Bukhara Literature and Art”, “Bilimdon”, “Dono Word”. Collections entitled “Nurli addresses”, “Begubor otsylar” have been published. Currently, he is an independent student of the Bukhara State Pedagogical Institute.
It is dedicated to our young athletes who went to the Olympics You are the honor and pride of the nation, You are the original creator of the nation facing the world, You can’t live without the blood of Temurbegu alpomish.
All your native people are praying for you Bring home gold and silver medals! Who has seen the brave girls of my Uzbeg, Be proud of the words of our president, May joy fill those dark eyes of yours, Be proud, don’t let any of your mines fall off the mountain Bring home gold and silver medals. Let history be kind to you, let youth give you courage May God bless you with good luck and happiness
Be such a great person, a building for the future Being born in this country is your real happiness Bring home gold and silver medals. Such a dear place has raised a child like you If he sacrifices for this country, even his life is worth it Uzbekistan is an epic for the whole world
Tell you that I am an Uzbek that the world cannot match Bring home gold and silver medals.
My heart laments for my uncle
Your beautiful words, my daughter,
My bright faces smiling at me,
Once again my eyes see,
My uncle enters my dreams.
Once in my dreams,
He says that Venus is a star,
John calls me my daughter,
I can’t wait to see my uncle.
Once again fill our house with light,
The guest was sitting in the net,
He would open his mouth from prayer and pick up a book.
If only we could see that moment.
My little uncle swallows his longing,
My mother waits for him every day.
My daughter-in-law, my children! wins
If only we could see our uncle once!
We used to see light on their faces every time
Almighty God, build us a palace of happiness again,
Turn my uncle’s face towards us,
Let’s see it one last time!
Only in prayer would he pray,
They always say “Alhamdulillah”.
They gave us only love and affection,
Show us your uncle’s face in heaven!
She is wearing a white dress, her face is radiant white…
May the Almighty listen to our pain.
Look towards us slowly with your light,
Cousin, show us!
My heart felt like it was crushed
The river of youth in my heart overflowed.
Today is the day I will see you,
Come now, my uncle, show your faces!
I can’t get enough of looking at his picture.
I will not be happy without them.
I can’t remember every moment
Enough! Show my uncle’s face!
Give us all a sincere look,
Let him run towards us like a great wind.
May he bless us for the last time,
May our hearts be filled with the love of my uncle!
Abdullajonova Zuhrakhan
Abdullajonova, daughter of Zuhrakhan Rustamjon, 24/09/2007. She is now 16 years old and is interested in writing poetry. Her favorite pastime is writing poetry. She managed to publish her poems in several newspapers of the national level in Uzbekistan. She wants to publish a book in the future.
THE NATURE OF POLITICS
In politics, beware, for interests collide
Nobody’s got your back, everyone’s on their own side
Dealing with politicians, a treacherous game
Sleep with tigers, eyes wide open, or you’ll feel the flames
Someone’s always being used, don’t be blind
If you can’t find the pawn, it’s you they’ll leave behind
Serving politicians, a temporary fix
Once the wound heals, your usefulness mixes
With dust and ashes, your value unseen
Politicians recognize needs, not loyalty or sheen
Don’t wail more than the bereaved, they’ll get the gain
While you inherit enemies, and endless pain
Choose your interests, when conflicts arise
Don’t sacrifice your own, for politicians’ compromise
Never cross oceans, for those who won’t cross the street
They’ll speak at your funeral, but won’t lift a finger to meet
Family and health, sacred and true
Don’t use them as pawns, in politics’ cruel game anew
It’s not that serious, don’t sacrifice your soul
For temporary rewards, that will eventually grow old
Youth, beware, don’t risk it all
Career, health, character, integrity, for politicians’ thrall
Unless you’re in control, with a long-term plan
Don’t sacrifice your future, for a fleeting politician’s hand.
The Loving Girl A girl i saw in my dream, Black long hair she has, like a queen. The eyes of the girl is black, Mountain is the place she love. The girl wants to live, beside the sea But never went, to the heart of the sea. The girl love to see the Moon, Moon lover is her tune. The girl wants to travel the world, For this, she wants to be the bird. The girl i saw in my dream, Black long hair she has, like a queen.