I, Charos Ismoilova, an 8th grade student at the Bukhara Presidential School, dedicate this poem to the 35th anniversary of the independence of my homeland, Uzbekistan.

The breath of a free land
Coos of pigeons on the roof,
Happy laughter is the proof.

Those whose blood was spilled centuries ago,
Are the saviors of this era.
My nation stands tall,
Despite the falls of all.
Thirty – five years, living with peace,
Uzbekistan’s peace shall not cease.