Abduweli Eisa

Motherland
My mother looks like motherland so,
Her face under a mountain that covered by white flowers.
From her strong footprints,
From the moment she makes Nan on Tonur,
From the smelling of garlic she put on Nan,
From the dumplings she makes in spring,
I can smell the meaning of motherland.
Swept yard and opened flowers in the morning,