By My childhood remained in childhood,
The wave of life took it to the strange coasts.
In Margilan a weeping willow waited for me as my grandma,
And its shoulders sank.
The smell of flower tulip remained on my nose,
The song of butterfly remained in my ear.
I handed to the sun snowdrops,
The top of my fingers was burned.
I want to throw my sorrow into the large canals,
I want to taste my mother’s halvah.
I want to sip water from the spring water of pureness
And return those moments.
About Writer:
Makhliyokhon Umirzakova was born on November 22, 1990 in the city of Margilan in Fergana region. She is a student of the faculty of art history of the Institute of National Art and Design in the name of Kamoliddin Behzod. She was a participant in the Republic seminar “The school of talent”. She became the winner of the State Scholarship in the name of Navoi in the 2020 – 2021 academic years. Her first poetry book “Tuyg ‘ular alangasi” (The Flame of Feelings) was published by Writers Union in 2021 year.
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