A poem by Erkin VOHIDOV
It was a hatchet at the first set-out,
Later as a cannon came about.
It’s a pistol, a rifle, and a sword,
As a bomb one day it was restored.
Bur it only conquered the world when
It was gently shaped as a pen.
A poem by Erkin VOHIDOV
It was a hatchet at the first set-out,
Later as a cannon came about.
It’s a pistol, a rifle, and a sword,
As a bomb one day it was restored.
Bur it only conquered the world when
It was gently shaped as a pen.
