An accident scene
An undying flame in the winds,
Unaffected by the passing years.
Among all the languages of this world,
My mother tongue shall never disappear.
Babur ruled over Hindustan,
Yet his language never died.
He longed for Andijan’s dialect,
Its melons he dearly missed.
Through centuries my Turkic tongue
Was polished like a shining diamond.
It witnessed Mongols, Tsarist Russia,
Yet it never broke, never fell.
— Khasanova Aziza Kumushbek
Student of Tashkent University of Economics and Pedagogy
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