On Remembrance Day

The strange past of the forty-first years,

An unexpected guest in the dreams I hold dear.

Everywhere — grim rumors of war and fears,

Was every moment soaked in blood and tear?

The cries of mothers whose “fingernails” were torn,

Countless children grew up fatherless and worn.

A single crust of black bread was their prize,

So many perished with hunger in their eyes.

For our peace, the brave warriors fought,

In hearts you live on, never to be forgot.

You are the hero etched in our nation’s lore,

Your final breath echoes forevermore.

Today we are silent for you, just a while,

Your memory — eternal, your worth — ever vital.

Azizbek Shaymurzayev was born on February 1, 2010, in Zafarobod district, Jizzakh region. From the moment he began his early education, he developed a deep interest in literature and poetry. Today, many of his poems, essays, and articles have been published in various newspapers, journals, and books. His biggest dream for the future is to become a diplomat.