Heart
To my heart
they have hurt him
hundred times.
Treachery
tore it apart,
The deception
shook him.
disloyalty
made him bleed...
But nothing
he annihilated him.
With pain he beat
and again
but he did not succumb.
always
reborn
showing me
that exist
beautiful things
by which
it's worth living.
The ones that hurt
must be left behind
as experience
that I must not repeat.
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.
Home from School
Whenever I’m late returning from school,
I must withdraw a fish from the river’s pocket
And offer it to the
Oil in the frying pan!
I devise a street—exactly like those in China—flooded with masses of passersby
And picture myself crammed onto it,
Waiting for the green light
Before I walk.
I draw a storm,
To carry me away,
Another one to lift my books,
And a third, a sandstorm, to make the scene more intense.
……………………….
But as easily as a cloud,
I sit in the corner there,
On a bench by a pink door,
Listening to a vendor cry:
“Stork Eggs! Bayd al-Laqlaq !” 1
He passes
1 Bayd al-Laqlaq is a candy made from sugar and flavorings. The vendor carries them in a basket
while singing: “The stork soared and flew off. It attacked the headman’s house.”
2
Near houses
That haven’t yet been stilled by a key’s sigh.
I rest my head on the sun’s palm
And watch
The stork’s fluttering wing
Spray
Sugar confetti
On the roofs
Of the street’s houses!
Faleeha Hassan is a poet, teacher, editor, writer, and playwright born in Najaf, Iraq, in 1967, who now lives in the United States. Faleeha was the first woman to write poetry for children in Iraq. She received her master's degree in Arabic literature, and has now published 26 books, her poems have been translated into English, Turkmen, Bosnian, Indian, French, Italian, German, Kurdish, Spain, Korean, Greek, Serbia, Albanian, Pakistani, Romanian, Malayalam, Chinese,
ODIA, Nepali and Macedonian language.
She is a Pulitzer Prize Nominee for 2018
PushCart Prize Nominee for 2019.
Member of International Writers and Artists Association.
Winner of the Women of Excellence Inspiration award from SJ magazine 2020,
Winner of the Grand Jury Award (the Sahitto International Award for Literature 2021)
One of the Women of Excellence selection committees 2023
Winner of women the arts award 2023
Member of Whos’ Who in America 2023
SAHITTO AWARD, JUDGING PANEL 2023
Cultural Ambassador - Iraq, USA
Email : d.fh88@yahoo.com
Under the cold, our fingers shrink like lips before the astringency
while we are biting into fresh quinces.
We push our palms into the deep openings of the coats
– everyone in their warm pocket fireplaces,
earlobes and nose tips are witnessing the sharpness of the wind,
saying; Hurry home,
so we don’t stand here,
it’s always cooler by the water!
Don’t come back to hug me,
I’ll see you another day.
Now, hurry and get up there,
it’s cold by the water!
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.
An ant
In the garden so small, yet bold,
An ant navigates, steadfast and old.
Tiny feet upon the earth they roam,
Seeking crumbs and treasures to bring home.
With strength not seen by a simple glance,
They carry burdens, they advance.
A colony working as one,
Their tasks in harmony, never undone.
Their homes underground, a bustling maze,
Where life's intricate dance always plays.
In unison, they toil and strive,
Their unity makes them truly thrive.
Oh, to be like the ant, small but strong,
To persevere when the journey seems long.
A testament to diligence and might,
The ant embodies a resilient light.
Don Bormon is a student of grade 9 in Harimohan Government High School, Chapainawabganj, Bangladesh.
Human Brain
Human brain is like
Bermuda Triangle.
As it is mystery,
Still it is a solution.
Sabrid Jahan Mahin is a student of grade ten in Harimohan Government High School, Chapainawabganj, Bangladesh.
My spring
You gave me a sign, my spring,
Bright green pasture fills the heart.
Everywhere the flower shines,
Scattered on the ground with smallpox.
Almonds bloomed one and all,
You gave me a sign, my spring.
A swallow flies over the sky,
You brought the freshness of spring.
Everywhere covered with beauty,
Enjoyment for young and old.
The children rejoice at this moment,
They still work hard.
Hear the laughter of the youth,
Everyone dances in a circle.
Drawing a rope and horse racing ,
They start the spring game.
The earth is bright today, with peace,
From entertainment and joy.
A burning sensation in every heart
Bring me, always my spring…
Nosirova Gavhar was born on August 16, 2000 in the city of Shahrisabz, Kashkadarya region of Uzbekistan. Today, she is a third-year student of the Faculty of Philology of the Samarkand State University of Uzbekistan. Being a lover of literature, she is engaged in writing stories and poems. Her creative works have been published in Uzbek and English.
In addition, she is a member of «All India Council for Development of Technical Skills», «Juntos por las letras» of Argentina, «2DSA Global Community». Winner of the «Korabl znaniy» and «Talenty Rossii» contests, holder of the international C1 level in the Russian language, Global Education ambassador of Wisdom University and global coordinator of the Iqra Foundation in Uzbekistan. «Magic pen holders» talented young group of Uzbekistan, «Kayva Kishor», «Friendship of people», «Raven Cage», «The Daily Global Nation», Argentina;s «Multi Art-6», Kenya&;s «Serenity: A compilation of art and literature by women» contains creative works in the magazine and anthology of poets and writers.
GRAVE AND LIFE
Hi guys! Hope you are well by the grace of Allah.
Friends, my religion is Islam and it is the fastest growing religion in the world. But many times I have heard some negative thoughts and rumors from the people of other religion.
Now I am here to fix those issues.
Introduction: Burial is a process where we have to bury people in soil after they die. But before burying we have to complete some more cultural rituals. First of all we have to wait, so that many people can see the dead man last time and can get support from other
people. Then we have to wash the body to make the body holy and clean. Then we took “khatiya” means a type of vehicle which is powered by four people by hand. Before burying we
have to say a prayer for that the dead person that Allah will forgive the man and give him/her Paradise. Then we bury the body with a white cloth named ‘Kafon’.
Negative thoughts: the negative thoughts of other people are:
1. Burial takes up too much space
2. Burial doesn't offer anyone benefits
3. Burial costs too much money for the land and plot
4. Burial is useless
Now I will tell you the advantages
Natural advantages: first of all we don’t have enough trees and the climate is changing every year and we are at risk. But when we make a family place for graves we will have a garden of trees. On the other hand the water level is decreasing every year because of concrete and human made structures. But when we have a place for graves we automatically make a place where the soil can absorb water. And also the dead body will serve as natural fertilizer for soil.
Emotional advantage: In many religions like Hinduism, they burn the body and throw the ashes into the Ganga river. Because of that fire there is air pollution and they can't feel the loved one again physically. But when it comes to a grave there aren't pollution problems. In fact it is healthy for nature. And you can share your feelings with the people in front of the grave. In fact if you are worried about the dead person, you can also pray for him/her in front of the
grave and the next generation will also recognize the dead people.
Now many people will tell that grave takes too much space but I have to tell you that it is renewable. In fact, in the soil of your property there is a buried person. It can be 50,100,150, 200 years old and that is true.
(Disclaimer: It is made only for education purpose. We are not doing hate speech. We are just telling what truth is.)
Thanks.
Mahmudul Hasan Fahim is a student of grade 9 in Harimohan Government High School, Chapainawabganj, Bangladesh.
