My Eleven Years That Will Never Return

The sound of the final school bell rang,
Touching the deepest strings of my heart.
Today, the cheerful melody of childhood
Has sworn to make us shed tears.

Look, silence rules the corridors,
Every corner is filled with memories.
Today, sorrowful tears fill our eyes,
As distant horizons call us forward.

The dreams we shared while studying together,
The playful mischief we made together…
Now all those questions remain unanswered,
And those times have turned into longing.

Teacher, I bow before you in respect,
I placed your pearls of wisdom in my heart.
If my words ever hurt you unknowingly,
Please forgive me, for today I cried so much.

Every single letter you taught us
Will guide us through the journey of life.
You devoted your years for our sake,
And now your sons and daughters will miss you.

Looking at our classroom one last time,
My heart aches and cries from within.
Tears slowly roll down my face,
I do not want to leave this beloved home.

Farewell, my dear friend and classmate,
I wish to rest my head upon your shoulder and cry.
I grew up with you, I matured with you,
Today, grief and sadness pierce my heart.

Do not cry, my classmate, do not cry now,
No one can escape what fate has written.
Our youth has come to an end here,
But the memories of school will never die!

Azizaxon Sherzod qizi Shodmonova was born in 2008 in Qarshi district, Kashkadarya region, Uzbekistan. Currently, she has earned the honorable title of a university student ahead of schedule and is studying at the Uzbekistan State World Languages University.