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Abdulla Oripov

QISH

Kuz ham ketdi, mana,
Qish keldi qayta,
Eski ashulamni yana aytaman.
Seni qarshi oldim nechanchi marta,
Qish, senga nechanchi bora qaytaman.

Gaz oʻchoq joyida, poʻstin ham tayyor,
Sening hurmating bu, qirchillama qish.
Undov belgisidek teraklar qator,
Qishga shu tariqa aytishar olqish.

Bunday payt gashtlidir choyxona koʻproq,
Chollarga oʻsha joy boʻladi shafye.
Choyxona tomonga tortsa-da oyoq
Duch kelaveradi negadir kafe.

Shundoq  davom etar hayot baribir,
Topilar biz uchun xilvat goʻsha ham.
Koʻpdan sogʻintirgan davramiz qizir,
Axir eski doʻstlar yana boʻlmish jam.

Yana yodga tushar u olis yillar,
Qishning qadamiga alyor aytamiz.
Tongda chumoliday chiqqan boʻlsak gar,
Shomda arslon boʻlib uyga qaytamiz.

Abdulla Oripov nomidagi ijod maktabining 9-sinf o'quvchisi
Ismatullayev Eldurbek.

WINTER

Autumn has passed, and here you are,
Winter returns, a bright northern star.
The old song I sing, once more it’s true,w
How many times have I welcomed you?
Winter, I greet you as I always do.

The stove is lit, my coat’s prepared,
For your chill, winter, respect is declared.
Like exclamation marks, trees stand tall,
To honor the season with nature’s call.

Tea houses now hold a special charm,
For old men, they bring a welcome warm.
Though my feet lead me to the teahouse door,
A café appears where none stood before.

Yet life moves on, it finds its way,
A quiet corner awaits someday.
Our circle of friends, long missed, will thrive,
Together once more, our spirits alive.

Old days return to our hearts once more,
As winter’s steps knock on the door.
At dawn, like ants, we begin the race,
By dusk, like lions, we claim our space.