Khojamiyorova Gulmira Abdusalam
Worried about the children father,
My father is not thinking about himself.
Thinking of us without sleep day and night,
My poor father is always working.
Working honestly, he does not rest,
But doesn’t thank what he finds.
Bringing provisions to the table,
World of work is not in sight.
My father, who did not call me my child,
My father who stroked and kissed our heads.
We are no less than anyone else wearing
My father did not wear a coat himself.
We are happy to see our small success,
Make yourself happy with us.
Worrying for tomorrow
Help us and always trust us.
My father, perplexed by the paths of life,
My valiant father, who stood up to the test.
Sun shining in the blue such as
My father is the only one in the world for me.
I bow to you thanks,
May your heart be filled with joy forever.
For giving me someone like you
Praise be to the Lord who created
thanks!!!
Khojamiyorova Gulmira Abdusalam’s girl, student of the 2nd stage, group 207, Uzbek language and literature, Faculty of Philology, Termiz State Pedagogical Institute
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