Homeland

Navoi’s blood flows in my veins,

Jalaluddin left a legacy, his soul. 

Temur’s glory gives pride,

Kutlug is on my tongue – Homeland, the word.

Your flag of Hilpirar, fly over my head, 

Children in your arms, every moment is sweet. 

Without you, the seven worlds are too narrow for me. 

Your land is holy, and all around it. 

Motherland – you are lonely in the flower beds, 

My dear bird, you are the best in the world. 

You are the genius who gave the climate,

You can’t find a comparison with me.

Abdullah Ariflar, Erkin Vahidlar,

It is written – a beautiful ode for you, 

My hands tremble, all are witnesses, 

Your name still stands – between the lips…

I started it, and now there’s no going back. 

My heart flutters – in my heart. 

There’s no way, but it’s never been said,

A passionate name, the word “Motherland” is on the tip of the tongue.

Ismailov Shukurillo 09.08.2024

Ismailov Shukurillo was born on June 5, 2007 in the village of Sarikorgon, Uchkoprik district, Fergana region. As he has a strong interest in music and literature from a young age, he will start studying at the “Children’s Music and Art School” in 2019. Now 

26 – 11th grade student of general secondary school. He started writing poems from the age of 12. His creative works have been published several times in regional, regional, republican and international magazines. He actively participated in many competitions and received souvenirs. He was elected as the coordinator of his region by the “Shijoat free volunteering” team.

At the same time, he is busy writing large and small works of art. His future dream is to become a sharp writer and poet.