Poetry from Rustamova Asalay

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

2 thoughts on “Poetry from Rustamova Asalay

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  2. 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.

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