ME AND MY UZBEKISTAN

THIS IS A WORLD AROUND ME, MY MOTHER , FRIENDS , PAINTERS, JOURNALISTS

AND ME

I WANT TO SHARE WITH YOU MY POEM

SPRING
Up the tender crops jump from joy,

Throw their hats into the sky high.

The lazy wind lay embracing still,

The fragrance of Mint's beloved girl.

The tulips blaze sparkling
The joys fall tick-ticking.
In the embrace of green feeling

I wish I were a tulip flaming