Light leaks from the embrace of mountains, Sensitive trees wake up. Empty baskets Roll down the arbor.   In the early morning, my mother builds fire in tandoor, And she bakes kindness in tandoor. She fills the embrace of baskets, Every morning appreciates it.   She sprays water over the drowsy courtyard, And she wakens … Continue reading The Odor of Happiness | Makhliyokhon Umirzakova | Poem