Poetry from Maxliyo Axmatova

     The sun 

Light shines in the sky
Makes the word happy.
People are happy
When the sun rises in the morning.

Crops keep alive,
People are centuries old 
When the cloud comes down.
When the sun rises in the morning.

It lights up the word,
Governs the whole body 
Rooster is thick.
When the sun rises in the morning 


Maftuna Rustamova.
Bukhara region 
Jondor district 
Ravot village.
30 school
8-"a" class.

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