The place where my umbilical cord fell,
Still lingers in my mind, forever to dwell.
Gone are the days, brilliant and bright,
Memories shine in Herot, my village, alight.
My bright days are rich in meaning,
My dark nights pass with joy gleaming.
These years are gold, treasures untold,
Priceless as gems, my village of old.
Love and warmth abound in this land,
Words drip with magic, like honey from hand.
Living here, you’ll find pure delight,
Its people sincere, my village, so right.
There waits my mother, ever so dear,
My father, a protector, always near.
A place filled with genuine care,
With pure, fresh air—my village rare.
Its towering mountains, proud and tall,
Its orchards ripe, a feast for all.
Lush green fields, a soothing sight,
Welcoming all, my village of light.
People here live with hearts so kind,
Never selfish, never blind.
Many cultures blend and thrive,
Hospitable, warm, my village alive.
Come visit us, wander these lands,
Our doors are open, hearts and hands.
Stay for a moment, for time to embrace,
In my village, a guest finds grace.
May my village forever bloom,
Youth stepping forward, dispelling gloom.
May it never fall behind, always shine,
My precious village, always mine.
Dilmanova Dilnoza
Dilmanova Dilnoza Soatmurodovna was born on February 16, 2005, in the Surxondaryo region of the Republic of Uzbekistan. She is a student at Termiz State Pedagogical Institute and a member of the “Mushoira” club.
