My Glorious Flag
In the blue color of Turkisness,
In the red of Independence,
In the green of religion Islam,
It is combined in three colors!
Your moon and star is beautiful.
It's a call to the universe,
Peace, justice, reconciliation,
In three colors that are together !
It's look gorgeous as world It dazzles the eyes,
Makes the beholder jealous
There is a magic in three colors!
You are holy, our oath,
You are always on high peak,
Is waving at the border
Our Flag in its three colors!
it is rising ,
At the rostrum of the Supreme Council
İt presents the statement, says the word,
Azerbaijan in its three colors!
He turned to longing in the heart that is far from the eyes!...
Longing is a superhuman power that keeps people alive by believing in the tiniest sparks! @e.c.]LONGİNG
You are in front of my eyes in my vision,
My eyelash hangs from my eyelid,
I'm so afraid to blink,
Your image will disappear from my heart garden.
What a trouble this world of love is!
Not everyone could stand it,
The Hell can't erase the luck given by God,
Segah, Rast rises from my soul room!
I built a world in my singing roots,
I made a thousand patterns for my eternal love,
I kept talking about failed love, his image is seeking from my growing longing
The color of love is not clear,
It turns black after while!
Desire awakens in my longing heart,
Beloved comes from my youth.
DARKNESS
Those who do not work for a deed,
Your voice is coming from the swamp!
Those who do not get used to the light like a bat,
Come out of the darkness into the light!
From the dawn, sun and moon,
Do not be afraid of light, brightness,
Mind, hard work, skill, but also conscience,
Brings everyone out of the darkness!
May your wish come true,
So that your pure deed will be heard
So that your spirit and convictions remain pure,
Get out of the basement, out of the dark!
People have lost their way,
There is a barrier to the truth, times have changed,
He's playing with a lie, don't give up
Disgrace be gone, from the darkness!
What comes will go from the mortal world,
Get out of ignorance, old-fashioned,
Live so, leave so that from life,
Don't let the moaning sound come from the darkness!
Short creative biography
Elmaya Jabbarova was born in Azerbaijan. She is poet, writer, reciter, translator.
Her poems were published in the regional newspapers «Shargin sesi», «Ziya»,
«Hekari», literary collections «Turan», «Karabakh is Azerbaijan!», «Zafar»,
«Buta», foreign Anthologies «Silk Road Arabian Nights», «Nano poem for Africa», «Juntos por las Letras 1;2», «Kafiye.net» in Turkey, in the African's CAJ magazine, Bangladesh's Red Times magazine, «Prodigy Published» magazine. She
performed her poems live on Bangladesh Uddan TV, at the II Spain Book Fair 1ra Feria Virtual del Libro Panama, Bolivia, Uruguay, France, Portugal, USA.
Sin
There was a singer named Tarashanker,
He wanted to treat singer as a 1st number.
One day a man came to him to compete against him,
The man was such a good singer Tarashanker seem.
To defeat the man,
Tarashanker hit upon a plan.
There was a jharbati where the man sit,
To untite the jharbati a man was fix.
By untiting Tarashanker killed the man,
Tarashanker said the people he stopped the accident as long as he can.
The man's wife wanted to God the justice,
The man's son's start singing practice.
God has came to the earth as a stranger,
God has become the man's son's singing teacher.
God made the boy a good singer,
The boy went to Tarashanker and raise his finger.
Tarashanker wanted to the boy removal,
The boy through a singing proposal.
But there was a deal,
He who can defeat ,will give poison and kill.
Tarashanker listened the boy,
Listening the boy, he lost his joy.
Now the cruel man again did that as he did with the man,
But God (stranger) unsuccessful all his plan.
The boy became winner,
He gave the poison to the sinner.
God gave them justice,
By understanding God's justice they pray and practice.
Robiul Awal Esa is a 1st year student of Diploma in Nursing Science & Midwifery Course in Government Nursing Institue, Chapainawabganj, Bangladesh.
YOUSAID
You said;
I will leave!
I will remove the seed of your image from my eyes
And plant it in the hard land of oblivion.
The shine from pupils will easily squirm,
like a fish from palms.
I stood like a tree with many branches
abandoned by birds
and their nests.
I'm getting used to it
like earth's ground on dead bodies -
to your headless
words.
Azemina Krehić was born on October 14, 1992 in Metković, Republic of Croatia.
Winner of several international awards for poetry, including:
Award of university professors in Trieste, 2019.,
„Mak Dizdar“ award, 2020.
Award of the Publishing Foundation of the Federation of Bosnia and Herzegovina, 2021.
„Fra Martin Nedić“ Award, 2022.
She is represented in several international anthologies of poetry.
April
April has long fingerprints on the window
The girl climbs up to the soft cheekbones
Across furrows touched by life
It is morning and freedom smells at the top visible to the inner stumbling
Enchanting flowers will bloom from the fingers,
and smells flow instead of blood
But despite the joy of the will,
her body doesn't recognize the arms that hug her.
Emina Đelilović-Kevrić (Sarajevo, Bosnia and Herzegovina)
After studying the b/h/s (bosnian/croatian/serbian) language and literature at the Philoshopical Faculty in Zenica she got her master's degree on the subject "Memory construction in the South Slavic interlinear community: typical models of the war camp experience in literature“. She is the author of the poetry collection "This time without history“ and the short stories collection "Erased lives."
Her collection of poems "My son and I“ is awarded by the Publishing Foundation of Bosnia and Herzegovina in 2021. In 2022 she won the second place in the international literature competition "Isnam Taljić“. She is the winner of the second award for the best short story of the regional literature competition "Zija Dizdarević“ 2022, and she won the first place on international literature competition "Nastavi priču“ in 2023. She won a third place on the international poetry competition "Ossi di Seppia“ in Italy.
GIFT FROM GOD
Love is a gift from God
thank Maya by writing about Me.
You have no love for God, but call upon it, imagine that it is there, and pray for the Divine Vision.
That sublime love is hidden in holy books and in people whose mouths kiss the word of God and do not deviate from the path of devotion. Don't trust Maya men when you read love poems,
that's not love, that's lust.
Yesterday someone wrote about the only love,
today you are the only love
tomorrow some other woman will be the only love.
It is a lie hidden in beautiful words.
Don't believe Maya's illusion
Don't look for love where it doesn't exist.
Pray to Maya with all your heart for protection.
Call Me.
I am Your gift, reveal me and
keep me secret.
I FEEL YOU
Every raindrop is your inhale
and exhale
in the heavenly symphony
I listen to the beat of your heart.
Through the touch of the rain I feel you.
Maja Milojković was born in 1975 in Zaječar, Serbia.
She is a person to whom from an early age, Leonardo da Vinci's statement, "Painting is poetry that can be seen, and poetry is painting that can be heard," is circulating through the blood.
That's why she started to use feathers and a brush and began to reveal the world and herself to them.
As a poet, she is represented in numerous domestic and foreign literary newspapers, anthologies, and electronic media, and some of her poems can be found on YouTube.
Many of her poems have been translated into English, Hungarian, Bengali, and Bulgarian due to the need of foreign readers.
She is the recipient of many international awards.
"Trees of Desire" is her second collection of poems in preparation, which is preceded by the book of poems "Moon Circle."
She is a member of the International Society of Writers and Artists "Mountain Views" in Montenegro, and she is also a member of the Poetry club "Area Felix" in Serbia.
The Drawings
The drawings are singing
The wonderful melodious songs are sung with instruments
Enchanting as the painting of Mona Lisa!
The laugh you live in me
For ever and ever.
Chapainawabganj, Bangladesh
13 May, 2023
Withered Thoughts
The cyclone is ready to destroy
People are taking shelter as the birds fly to other
Fear hovers around the coastal area
Fear disturbs the mind
The sun is so hot, the scorching sun
Hinders to pace outside
We are in this turmoil world
Drooping in the furnace and chokes the breath.
Chapainawabganj, Bangladesh13 May, 2023
