My Uzbekistan 

Thank you today

I took a pen in my hand.

I read a lot of your past,

I thought for a moment.

He did not see days,

It’s enough, be patient.

Your deserts have become dust,

Give light from independence.

My grandmother’s eyes are wet with joy.

Never tie it dry,

The land inherited from my ancestors,

I am the land that God has looked at.

Munisa Azimova is a student of the 8th grade of the 20th school of Bukhara.