By: Davronbekova Sevinch Khushnudbek «Beads», «Duppidozlik», «Jewelry». In our region, we often use the most common and...
Poetry
By: Muhammad Adnan I wish Indians to peep into Lahore, I wish Pakistanis to sleep in Amritsar,...
By: Orinbayeva Dildara I thought that poems would end with happiness, It’s candlelight, it’s dark. I...
The first stage is the stage The stage is a little bit more The first stage of...
By: Madaminova Makhfuza There was one granny in our neighborhood. Many people admired her and called her...
By: Munisakhan Mambetsoliyeva, Uzbekistan It’s raining today Scattering light particles around Its drops shine like gold He...
Flowers bloom in the desert, All flowers in its bosom. The motherland sends to happiness, I show...
By: Saidqulova Nozima To’lqin A big yard, two sisters and two brothers lived in the yard with...
By: Shakirova Manzura Man in life he learns not to stumble and to be strong from his...
My angel on earth, my words My moon-faced date, my mistress, They say that I am always...