Childhood

Childhood — gone, never to return,

Yet it makes us long in innocence.

That pure, untainted childhood,

I still yearn for it even now.

Growing up is good, yes,

But childhood was the best.

Pain was only in the body,

There were no grudges at all.

Has it truly gone forever?

I’ll spend my life missing it.

Ah, it was so different,

Those wonderful days we miss.

We were children back then,

We knew nothing of sorrow or worry.

We played and were mischievous a little,

Yet still — we were children.

There were no thieves of the heart,

Pain was only in the body.

Everyone was good to us,

We knew nothing of the bad.

And as we grew older,

We learned everything.

If growing up is truly like this,

I’d have been content never to grow up!

Sharifova Saidaxon Kamolliddinjon qizi was born on May 26, 2008, in the village of Kaldushon, Furqat District, Fergana Region, into an educated family.

In 2015, she was admitted to the 1st grade of Secondary School No. 21 in Furqat District, where she is currently an 11th-grade student.

In addition to school textbooks, she attends various extracurricular clubs. Saidaxon is fluent in conversational English. Despite her young age, she is the holder of more than 15 international and official certificates and has actively participated in numerous projects. Her poems have been published by the official publishing house Lulu Press Inc.