Back to summer, 2017 while preparing for school examinations for a creative school named after Abdulla Oripov, I learned this poem by heart because it was one of the longest poems in “Everest va Ummon”. And it was so good to impress my interviewers. I was a bot enough not to understand any parts of it but to recite it with my whole fake admiration.

However, today, early September morning, I encountered with this poem again. And it hits me with both a fresh memory of childhood and a good life lesson of experiences of decades.