Poetry from Amirova Niginabonu

Central Asian teen girl with long hair in a braid and a white collared shirt school uniform sitting outside where there are a group of chairs and a few trees.
Amirova Niginabonu
Master

The teacher is said to be greater than the father. 

So dear to me, 

To describe them, I can't find words. 

My teachers are different. 


No wealth in his hands, but love in his heart

Magic in the word he gives us,

I can't find a single bit of anger from myself, 

My teachers have a different opinion. 


Those who put their profession above everything else, 

Those who joke when we hurt their hearts, 

Those who love like a child, 

My teacher's language is different. 


My future is his perfection, 

Read that you are my beauty, 

Every year there are many new sprouts, 

My teachers work differently. 


He says that you are the seed that I planted, 

He says that you should not be tired after reading, 

He just says don't be left behind. 

The word "my teachers" is different. 


It is a mistake to say that a teacher is not a gardener.

It is a mistake to say that you don't hate your teacher.

Teachers look at the crown on your head, 

As you know, the teacher is different in the world. 



Parents are great

Parents are great, 

Take your advice. 

No matter what he says, from the bottom of your heart, 

Listen to his words. 


Where you serve, 

Don't give up. 

Any order, 

Do as much as possible. 


Face to face

Make it a habit to work. 

Your existence in this world

Consider yourself lucky. 


If you go on a trip, 

Please pray for them. 

Be such a child that

May you have a good name. 


3 thoughts on “Poetry from Amirova Niginabonu

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  2. Pretty good words. These are the things that we must not forget..
    NiceĀ” and thanks.

  3. You are right, teachers are gardeners, planting seeds, crowning the heads of the future.

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