Oftobjon
When I woke up in the morning, Light was pouring in through the window.
Glistening and shimmering, Oftobjon looked on with a smile.
As noon approached,
The temperature rose.
The farmer, saying he would rest,
Hurried to the field.
As the sun set,
He slowly, went home,
To rest, He went behind the mountain.
Rustamova Asalay, 7th grade student of the Ogahiy creative school
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These are simple observations that move us by the inherent use of
noun and verb. Nothing is overstated, nor presented to project anything
other than a farmer has met the light of the day and has toiled in their field.
Yet this young poet, wiser than their years, has built the verse on the
modesty of taking us there simply. And the last line is the kicker. We are left
to wonder what form of rest takes us behind the mountain. After all of this
simplicity we have an imaginative, and surprisingly sublime last line.
Perhaps the farmer who was present in his day’s work, has left that
to safely rest in an evening’s dream work– an unfinished life elsewhere–
a path not taken, a wish.