SUMMARY 

Time flies without looking back

Rushing like a man without passion 

Without combing his loose hair

He runs too fast

Taking a day of childhood 

I don’t know where it went?

Put it in a bag called life

Goes along the beach

I called again and again, but 

He didn’t even turn around. 

A big problem in the heart, 

He quickly got on a horse and ran away

Light’s eyes grew dim

Night fell in my hut

It didn’t leave my body

A time when my heart was crushed

From this day I learned the value of time,

Eyes wide open today, 

I used even the night

The knot that bound it was not resolved.

The end is invisible

Time is still running out

Mashhura Ahmadjonova was born on October 25, 1999 in Uychi district of Namangan region. The winner of the 2nd place in the regional stage of the “Most Active Reader” Republican competition. Member of the Indian organization “All India Council for Technical Skill Development”, the Argentinean organization “Juntos pol las letras”