(Photo of a Central Asian teen girl in a white blouse and black coat with dark hair up in a bun).

My dear teacher who made us dear!!! 

This day is in the bosom of a clear sky, 

Navo sounds very long, 

Thank you my kind teacher, 

For giving us your knowledge. 

This world is short, dear teacher, 

You teach the necessary subjects, 

I am great today because of you

Browsing books, the world of knowledge. 

You know me, hold my hand 

If I don’t come, you will wait for my way anyway

Sacrificed everything for me 

Like my mother, the world has swallowed sorrows. 

My dear teacher is as great as my father, 

I love you 

My teacher Madina is my best teacher, 

My blossoming spring, you sweet summer. 

I can’t live without you

One day I will definitely be like you 

People all over the world are envious,

I will send you flowers

You will always be in my heart, 

I learn a lot from you,

My body lives with you

My heart flutters every time I see you.

Sobirjonova Rayhona, 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 Chorikalon, 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 Synchronized Chaos, India’s Namaste India Magazine, Gulkhan Magazine, Germany’s RavenCage Magazine and many other magazines and newspapers. She has actively participated in many competitions, won high ranks and many prizes. She is still busy creating.

A plea

Beloved like my mother
God gave you to me
I live as your child
I give my life to you, my country.

Let me lean on you, my wing
I will say it will not pass
I am sorry for the ingratitude
I give my life to you, my country

Don't be offended by me
If you are sad, I will be the one
Do not be humiliated in the hands of Yav
My life is devoted to you, my country

My sister, brother, don't shed tears
I will never leave you
May the sun not leave your head
My life is devoted to you, my country.


Running to your service
Be the only one for you
Pulling out my heart
Homeland, I give my life to you.

I will finish it before I die
Yozai senchun epic cry
My eyes are a charm for you
My life is devoted to you, my country.

The throne of other countries is not needed
It's okay if I'm in your arms
A heart that does not love you is heartless
My life is devoted to you, my country.



Member of the "Yosh kalamkashlar" club of the Barkamol Avlod children's school, Kogon district, Bukhara region, 9th grade student of the 17th school in the district, "I bow to those who know you", regional stage 1_place winner.

I'm leaving...

I'm leaving...
The end of my path is not in sight
A beautiful end of life.
Cheats discover lies
Let there be evil in the heart.

I'm leaving...
It's supposed to be in the grand corridor 
They put a shoe on my leg.
When I look back, my past
Sins will remain.

I'm leaving...
Stopping is a stranger to me,
And or no one is a friend.
Pains, sufferings please,
Leave it alone, leave it alone, that's it.

I'm leaving...
It's like in a grand corridor...


Anvarova Nilufar, a student of the 7th grade of the creative school named after Erkin Vahidov, Margilan city.

Daddy, I miss you, I miss you

He fills the fireplace without stopping because of his family.

I can’t stop being a child, I don’t know.

My dear father, my heaven is mine.

Daddy, I miss you, I miss you.

My mother burned her hands when she baked bread.

We were arguing by the side of the oven.

We all walked together, feeling his love.

Daddy, I miss you, I miss you.

His hands are full of hard work.

White in his restless hair.

I look at the picture and miss every moment.

Daddy, I miss you, I miss you

My neighborhood

At dawn in my neighborhood

Birds are chirping

My neighborhood is a sight to see

The hearts will break.

Brooms are yards

They open their hands to prayer

My neighbors

Light shines from his face.

The neighbor comes to visit

People to each other

Saying sweet words

The rays of the sun.

Children on the streets

They run happily

In the symbol of friendship, this

They scream and laugh.

Both women and men

They don’t sit down

“Idleness is bad!”

They say or.

Young people also aspire

Knowledge, knowledge for work

Thanks to our leader

For all your hard work.

Chairman and activists

They do a lot of work

That’s why we also them

A lot of respect in our country…

You will see in my neighborhood

Beauty and beauty

Affection, consequence, friendship

Religion, modesty, orni.

What about me, I will search

The inspiration of my poems

We need to justify

The name of our neighborhood!

Rustambekova Nozimakhon is the daughter of Jahangir. Khorezm region of the Republic of Uzbekistan. She is an active participant and winner of “Yosh kitobxon”, “Zukko kitobxon” and a number of other republican contests. The author of the fairy tale “Yumronchaning sarguzashtlari”. Samples of creativity are being published in “Gulxan” and “G’uncha” magazines. She is a member of the “Oydin Ozylar” circle organized under the Writers’ Union of Khorezm region. Currently, she is a 8th grade student of IDUM No. 30.

SUMMARY 

Time flies without looking back

Rushing like a man without passion 

Without combing his loose hair

He runs too fast

Taking a day of childhood 

I don’t know where it went?

Put it in a bag called life

Goes along the beach

I called again and again, but 

He didn’t even turn around. 

A big problem in the heart, 

He quickly got on a horse and ran away

Light’s eyes grew dim

Night fell in my hut

It didn’t leave my body

A time when my heart was crushed

From this day I learned the value of time,

Eyes wide open today, 

I used even the night

The knot that bound it was not resolved.

The end is invisible

Time is still running out

Mashhura Ahmadjonova was born on October 25, 1999 in Uychi district of Namangan region. The winner of the 2nd place in the regional stage of the “Most Active Reader” Republican competition. Member of the Indian organization “All India Council for Technical Skill Development”, the Argentinean organization “Juntos pol las letras”

(Central Asian woman with a white collared shirt and a black vest against a white wall)

Teacher (to my teacher Halimova Saltanat)

I am glad to have a teacher like you

I am lucky, my throne is mine,

I promised to be faithful

Dear Saltanat Domla.

My teachers are wise,

The most beautiful, kind

The whole world loves him

Dear teacher Saltanat!

Even the definition of the universe lol

You have a lot of words,

I am the best in the world

Immaculate teacher Saltanat.

He teaches beautiful lessons,

Students love it

He will catch you even if you fall

My supporter is Domla Saltanat.

He always encourages me,

Hey, you’re a scientist, Rayhon.

reach your goal

He believes that I will get a scholarship

like a loving mother

always supports me

Gentle, dear like my father

I’m glad to see him.

Sobirjonova Rayhona, a 9th-grade student of the 8th general secondary school in Vobkent district, Bukhara region. She was born in December 2008 in the village of Chorikalon, 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 Synchronized Chaos, India’s Namaste India Magazine, Gulkhan Magazine, Germany’s RavenCage Magazine and many other magazines and newspapers. She has actively participated in many competitions, placed highly and won many prizes. She is still busy creating.