Many do not know that respect and respect are not cheap.
Gains respect in the work of achievement,
To everyone is valuable in valuable work,
Life is on the way to Tatini.
Achievement in one’s own hands,
If you work hard, Your own life must improve.
In the hope of the dream of the dream, in the hope
Only if the equation of reality will shine the light of hope.
In the eastern sky, the clouds are frozen, the clouds are erased over time.
Life is shaking the light of hope,
You have to move on with it.
Short biography: Amb. Dr.Priyanka Neogi from Coochbehar. She is an administrative Controller of United Nations PAF, librarian, CEO of Lio Messi International Property & land Consultancy, international literacy worker, sports & peace promoter, dancer, singer, reciter, live telecaster, writer, editor, researcher, Literary journalist, host, beauty queen, international Co-ordinator of Vijay Mission of Community Welfare Foundation of India.
as you quietly wrap your child in linen and cotton cloth.
His smile tells you
that a heavenly gift rests in your arms.
And then — a scream.
Your scream, for they are taking your Son to be killed.
I return in thought to the cradle.
You hold Him close to your chest,
singing softly as He drifts into sleep.
The next moment —
your inconsolable heart beneath the cross,
among wicked men
casting lots for the clothes He wore.
Two scenes intertwine:
life and death,
an image bearing the Son of God,
a body made into a temple.
And now… all carries the scent of death.
You loved Him with your whole being,
wished Him only good,
yet evil spun its snares
through the servants of darkness.
Only a tear of joy remains
as you lay Him in a wooden cradle:
“Good night, my son.”
And a tear of sorrow
as you embrace His lifeless body:
“Please, call me to meet You soon.
Without You, this life has no meaning.”
It plays out endlessly,
like a film that never ends:
death, tears, salvation —
telling us: the death of the body is a beginning.
Mother of God,
Suffering One,
there is no greater pain than yours,
but no deeper comfort
than your eternal embrace.
For no suffering
is greater
than yours.
Maja Milojković was born in Zaječar and divides her life between Serbia and Denmark. In Serbia, she serves as the deputy editor-in-chief at the publishing house Sfairos in Belgrade.She is also the founder and vice president of the Rtanj and Mesečev Poets’ Circle, which counts 800 members, and the editor-in-chief of the international e-magazine Area Felix, a bilingual Serbian-English publication. She writes literary reviews, and as a poet, she is represented in numerous domestic and international literary magazines, anthologies, and electronic media. Some of her poems are also available on the YouTube platform. Maja Milojković has won many international awards. She is an active member of various associations and organizations advocating for peace in the world, animal protection, and the fight against racism. She is the author of two books: Mesečev krug (Moon Circle) and Drveće Želje (Trees of Desire). She is one of the founders of the first mixed-gender club Area Felix from Zaječar, Serbia, and is currently a member of the same club. She is a member of the literary club Zlatno Pero from Knjaževac, and the association of writers and artists Gorski Vidici from Podgorica, Montenegro.
Mirta Liliana Ramírez has been a poet and writer since she was 12 years old. She has been a Cultural Manager for more than 35 years. Creator and Director of the Groups of Writers and Artists: Together for the Letters, Artescritores, MultiArt, JPL world youth, Together for the letters Uzbekistan 1 and 2. She firmly defends that culture is the key to unite all the countries of the world. She works only with his own, free and integrating projects at a world cultural level. She has created the Cultural Movement with Rastrillaje Cultural and Forming the New Cultural Belts at the local level and also from Argentina to the world.
As the human body the body of the earth is burning
It shrinks the atmosphere to lead
What does it mean the outer beauty of rain?
When the people of Gaza are falling in hunger
Fire snatches away the lives
As the little animals are crushed to the ground
In one part we sleep with sweet dreams
The other section is trapped in flame.
Chapainawabganj, Bangladesh
25 July, 2025.
Md. Mahbubul Alam is from Bangladesh. His writer name is Mahbub John in Bangladesh. He is a Senior Teacher (English) of Harimohan Government High School, Chapainawabganj, Bangladesh. Chapainawabganj is a district town of Bangladesh. He is an MA in English Literature from Rajshahi College under National University. He has published three books of poems in Bangla. He writes mainly poems but other branches of literature such as prose, article, essay etc. also have been published in national and local newspapers, magazines, little magazines. He has achieved three times the Best Teacher Certificate and Crest in National Education Week in the District Wise Competition in Chapainawabganj District. He has gained many literary awards from home and abroad. His English writings have been published in Synchronized Chaos for seven years.
