Grand Preparation

Grand preparation here for writing one thousand marvelous poems

And one thousand pyramids

The books those have not written yet

Already have the work order for printing

There are apertures in door of jail for the captives to go in out voluntarily

The library door will remain closed so that no one can escape without reading the all best books of the world

Bank will lost its necessity

From now every house will have money printing machine

Metallic nightingale be there on the main door of each house

And State will distribute the death-proof garments

The civilizations build by Homo sapiens for ten thousands year

Now they can sleep drowned in copulation dance

Robots and their offspring will work

The artificial intelligence will write poems and stories

Man will only watch and lough and kiss

They will not swim in the  river

And will not climb trees

They will not do fishing

And will not explore the mountains

And will not await at the street for transportation 

The alien eagle will carry them to destination with their    beaks

There will be an elevator connecting the Earth with the spaces

The journey of male and female sprits of heaven begin to Earth

It will seem more than love

More than a dream

But there is no rise

There is no divine sin

This great human life will merge with another world

Translated by Tuwa Noor

Rezauddin Stalin is a very famous Bengali poet who was born in 1962 in Nalbhanga village in the Greater Jessore district. He has earned many local and foreign awards including Bangla Academy. His poems have been translated into 42 languages. Along with poetry he established himself as a successful media personality. His basic thoughts on various issues of the society give us light.

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Loyalty

- Hello
- Hello, how are you?
- I am fine thank you very much. I thought I would call you in the evening. I congratulate you on your birthday. Happy eighteen years.
- Oh, thank you. When will you come back?  Matchmakers are coming to our house.
- You know I’m on a business trip now. I will leave as soon as I finish my work. Can you promise to wait for me?
- Understood. It’s been twenty years since she said, «Ok, I promise to wait for you.»
The woman’s eyes were still staring at the misty distance of the long endless road.
The young man had a car accident while returning from a trip and left this world already.


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», «Juntosporlasletras» of Argentina, «2DSA Global Community». Winner of the «Korablznaniy» and «TalentyRossii» 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, «KayvaKishor», «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.

Unaware! 

You lived in this life 
What did you find? 
What do you lose? 

I lost my valuables 
I couldn't find it! 
Bring them back! 

I've been looking for it all my life 
I couldn't find my valuables 
My values ​​are out of order 

Why are you without a tree? 
Silence is always the rule 
Why? Why? What for! 

I could not find you! 
There is always silence 
My question is unanswered 

Seashell and Falcon’s Feather


Leaning against the sky full of glittering stars,
I crack the nifty puzzles of wonderous rhymes-
And a cluster of homes where I live sleep in silence,
To allow my quill to pray for God and chant hymns!
Lewd sunrays pierce innocent but joyful bleeding dawn,
And the daylight ploughs through my sparkling mind-
While I weave miracles of benumbing wills on my quills,
And gain applause from global readers, front and behind!

Strain of endless hope bonds with light of peace in silence,
And the old shafts of fear or hate reaches the spear of love-
Such rhythm never ends, and mighty God always sends,
The rejoicing moments for a few from His abode above!
Beauty of spendthrift hours spent on Earth bravely shows,
Life is one-act-play, on mud-hut clay, or a perilous feline sea-
But always ready to grapple or swoop down to play with claw,
And becomes breathless to lock or unlock the happiness key!

The secrets of my witless mind now deal with lusty hours,
Pounded by the wordless things with a miraculous power-
And swiftly makes me rise to dive in the ocean of rhymes, 
To tame the throbs with crack of a whip from ivory tower!
I still know not why God sent me to Earth, politically incorrect, 
May be to collect the seashell and falcon’s feather or drink wine-
But the shifting weather of the world taught me to learn.
Slouching dwarf, ranting priest, and occasionally whine!! 

Hillol Ray, D.Litt., Ph.D. (Doctor of Humanity), D.Phil. (Theology), Ph.D. (Honoris Causa), D.Phil. (Nigeria), D.Litt. (Morocco), Poet Laureate, Author, Translator, is an Environmental Engineer with the U.S. Environmental Protection Agency (EPA) in Dallas, Texas. He is listed in Who’s Who in Asian-Americans, Marquis Who’s Who in America, Who’s Who in Science and Engineering, and Who’s Who in the World.    His books “Wings of Time”, “Metamorphic Portrait” (Amazon. Com) -recently released.


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https://bwesner.wixsite.com/awards-2016-to-2030

Three Haiku


first day of July—
lightning above the mountains
to the west of here


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electrical storm!
radio static crackles
during the ballgame


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small bird in the air
attacks magpie on its perch
guilty on all counts


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bio/graf

J. D. Nelson is the author of eleven print chapbooks and e-books of poetry, including *purgatorio* (wlovolw, 2024). His first full-length collection is *in ghostly onehead* (Post-Asemic Press, 2022). Visit his website, MadVerse.com, for more information and links to his published work. Nelson lives in Boulder, Colorado, USA.