School misses, quarantined poems

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School misses, quarantined poems

A letter to my reader
Khurshidabonu Berdiyorova, teacher of school 95 of Kasan district of Kashkadarya region
You are in my dream, my dear reader,
You say I'm on duty today.
Oh, in my midst, clean,
You also wear a mask on your face.
Did you miss your classroom, too?
Or the words of a classmate.
Oh, my humble child,
He hides his black eyes from shame.
I know you miss me more,
When I played football after school.
Or listen to it,
Did you miss each call more.
Here's a big break for you today,
This is the day of your parents ’hearty kitchen.
Did you plant seedlings with Dadang last night,
Remember the poem your moon said today.
Proverbs and tales with your brothers,
Please don't go outside for a while.
Do not overdo it,
That's the general secretary: don't go for it.
Oh, my spotless, dear reader,
We are about to go to school together.
We sing ghazals from the heart,
We amaze friends together.
Again at the full price of your diary,
Trust your teachers to be kind.
Flawless laughter that fills the class,
The schoolboy who missed you too today.
How many people are awake today for your health,
They do not know what sleep is and what rest.
Wash your hands as they say,
Take a mask for a while and breathe.
Oh, my dear reader,
Listen to what the doctors say.
Let's face it,
The truth of those days: Stay home today !!!!
Teacher | Stay home !:
Dilnoza Pulatova, a teacher at school No. 31 in Kitab district
Your panic over the illness,
In the shelter of Allah, do not grieve.
Rumor has it, oh don't say too much,
STAY HOME, WE ARE AT YOUR SERVICE.
Open your heart, friends, a little bigger,
Do a good deed in every work, more useful.
Take care of yourself, walk away from pain,
STAY HOME, WE ARE AT YOUR SERVICE.
Isn't it spring, plant a tree,
Mothers, sew a dress for your daughter.
Take a deep breath and get out of a mood,
STAY HOME, WE ARE AT YOUR SERVICE.
Sunny heart, sunny hand truth,
These days will pass quickly, so be careful.
It's a good time to watch a movie, read a zap,
STAY HOME, WE ARE AT YOUR SERVICE.
One body, one soul, always Uzbek,
It's not a pain, it's a pain in the ass.
We will now watch you forever,
We fix the flaw called panic.
We stayed at home, but we didn't stay in a deep house,
We were never full of prayers.
So are there white-robed angels?
Illness and pain must be forgotten.
Tanti Father, may you be with us,
My dear, I know you have no equal.
We have learned from your human heart,
We are for the country, we are at home for you…

TO STUDENTS
At school, my flowers are thirsty,
There was no guard on the desks.
The date on the board is still the same,
We haven't had a lesson in days, baby.
In fact, you are all angels,
My rebellious child, my excellent child.
When you are small, you decorate the world,
I am a pure-hearted child, a spotless child.
Classes are waiting for you,
Only the classes are waiting for this Motherland.
When the quarantine is over, open your arms,
Teachers are waiting with the best inspiration.
I know all of you, my sons and daughters.
I love it in a great way.
I know each of you dear to me,
I knew myself as a child.
Well, for now we wear masks,
From the calamity that we will save ourselves.
If these days are a test for everyone,
May Allah give you more good days.
Pray to you from afar,
I wish you a lifetime of perfection, my child.
Remember the tasks you give,
Don’t leave the book, repeat, child.
The flowers at school will open again,
We fill the class and take lessons.
You and I have served our country,
We read more, be brave baby!
The school is empty
Homeless school hug,
It's like a homeless stove.
Heavy sinking silence in the heart,
An imperceptible trembling of longing.
I am eager to walk around the classrooms,
Someone who forgot his notebook.
My heart is pounding,
When I miss you!
Let there be noise, let there be chaos,
Just make the world laugh.
Content as long as I don’t have it in my life without you.
Dear reader, dear child!
Let this pain subside like rain,
Let heaven enlighten hearts.
Let the children go back to class,
May the world be full of joy again!
Come hope, look in the window of my heart,
It’s hard for me to live without kids.
Open the gates of my school as soon as possible,
Call for a quick lesson!
Fathers moan
May Allah repel this balloon as soon as possible,
Let the sun shine on our country.
Open the gates of schools,
Teachers, I know your worth now!
My four children squirm on all fours,
The woman walks like a nightingale,
My blood pressure drops and jumps,
Teachers, I know your worth now!
The teahouses were right mine,
The holidays were great,
Quarantine salt is now mine,
Teachers, I know your worth now!
I'm going to run now,
I'll run away from my job,
I carry a flower and open my heart,
Teachers, I know your worth now!
Solve the crown of crown viruses
Poem by Yorqinjon Hayitbaev
To a peaceful country where panic is unbearable,
Worthy of goodness, worthy of kindness.
Solidarity leads to bliss,
Mother people, rejoice, we are one body.
In the ancient land where the Sins were born,
My dear people, you have straightened up.
In the summer, in the spring,
Good-natured, kind, kind, my people.
Centuries have passed, how long has passed,
The wicked, the wicked, have been defeated by you.
What is a virus?
We will overcome this too, believe me really.
The Creator of the hidden,
Your own child, your own home, your own fortress.
After all, you planted flowers and gardens,
Save your hand, save your idle.
The test is the will of the people,
Tried and unbroken, elsan.
First of all, the defense of the country,
Elsan, who has not stopped serving on this road.
To the real hero-doctors,
Thank you even in the game.
If you want to help them,
Sit down and read a book, dear home.
In a free country, everything is clean,
Cleanliness is a beautiful thing.
Better to live tomorrow than today,
And build a bright future for the Motherland.
The spirit of our ancestors supports us,
We see the intention in the heart.
As we strengthen our will,
We can also quarantine.
For fathers, mothers, children,
We swear in a united struggle.
Demonstrating the strength of the Uzbeks,
Solve the crown of crown viruses.
The cradle of the great, my people,
We are pure souls in an honest body.
My people,
Our unbearable Uzbekistan!
Stay home
O Allah, take care of yourself,
Our country from disasters.
This invisible virus,
Disaster, calamity.
Stay home, stay home,
Let's feel this call.
Listen, my peers,
Then we will save the state.
Take care of your own house,
They say they are wise.
Stay at home and save,
Worlds, children.
Let's stop, wedding-bath-u,
Come on, party.
Staying home, reading a book,
Let's save Mother Earth.
Keeping our room clean,
Let's keep our hands clean.
Our father, our mother,
Let's justify their beliefs.
If we follow the rule,
Quarantine ends faster…
After all, we are eager,
She is waiting for school, teacher.
Let's pray, believers,
May it be a miracle from Allah.
The virus is completely gone,
Let the earth be filled with light.

Domlajonim
Shahnoza Ruziyeva (Humorous poem on behalf of the mother of a lazy child)
I took the best words out of my pocket,
I found a class I had never seen in my life.
I did not go when the meeting was called,
The two of you woke up and I ran right away.
My child fed me at home
Forgive our sins, my teacher.
They just taught you lessons,
Josiah would take a corner, he knew,
It was all the rage for me
You could also hit your hair,
You look like a child, boy,
Forgive me for hurting you, teacher.
Doesn't understand from TV unless you say
If you do not click on the head,
The lesson is kind of, you can't stand the stench
If you don't step on it, it won't wash.
Every mother who goes through pain,
Tezro? Get back to work, teacher.