Old Matmusa

Years later, Matmusa also

He got old like everyone else.

Gather your children for a while,

He also took the donkey.

Telling life one by one,

He remembered his youth.

A hero is a tandoor,

He remembered fondly.

There is beauty in your speech,

Ceramic pot, mill.

Harassment to the police,

There is no doubt about it.

You are a ready-made mold,

Matmusa said that.

You are a true and wise seeker,

Matmusa said that.

Regarding the organization,

It was difficult when I was a teenager.

In the roar of the lion,

He said I have a hand.

So that’s all

Set the event.

Sozlan is much more than that,

It made sense.

The sound of children

They look at each other.

Matmusavayo is waiting and exclaiming,

He combs his hair.

The main character is the end,

The conclusion is gone.

Sozi hit towards youth,

It’s good to remember the past.

My children, my tulips,

Don’t be curious, never.

Because now people

The broken heart is narrow!

Nilufar Anvarova, a student of the 8th grade of the creative school named after Erkin Vahidov, Margylan city