My childhood

The moments that I was walking on the dusty street, my livers that I  have away.
My heart is pure, innocent, there are no sorrows,
My beautiful face, my beautiful flowers-tulip,
Where have you been, my childhood !
My playful days are closed, I miss
This moment but . Enough of my bad moments, goodbye.

My beautiful flowers-tulip,
Where have you gone, my childhood!
We grew up, the value of those moments was known,
I gave my tunes, every line,
Today a different perfume spread,
My beautiful face, my beautiful flower – tulip,
Where did you go, my childhood!..

Mahzuna Habibova was born in Jondor district of Bukhara region.Currently, he is a 3nd-year student at the Faculty of Pedagogical Psychology of Gulistan State University. His poetry collection ” Longing Line” has been published.