BRASS MIRROR

Behind the monastery, under a yew tree, in a lonely grave the worms have already worn out the hands of the one who made the mirror.
In front of the monastery, in the cemetery of discarded things; faded photographs, decapitated icons, saints pleading for salvation, and tarnished brass.
After midnight,
I am a silhouette that jumps into the depth of the mirror.
There’s nothing between us anymore.



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.

MY YOUTH

I can't forget my youth days,
My dream would fly in the sky,
There my vote, my sweet ages,
The sky would always fascinate me.
My dreams flapped wings and flew,
Even fate would be afraid of me and run,
As if the Sun was the only one shining,
Earth would make Heaven fall in love with her.
Watching the sun and turning on a tune,
I counted stars after the moon went down,
I would greet the Sun every morning,
This is how love would go on.
Being loved, a lucky age of loving,
A beautiful line up of my younger years,
Take the cabbage I put on my head,
Would be great, would amaze me.
Months, days, years, seasons,
It's a memory now, my youth and me.
It's a pity standing in between, a bit,
My youth is growing from afar!


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.

Autumn

How can I explain the seduction of this difficult autumn?
The earth smells of departure
Like a leaf of the wind that dances in your absence
In front of our house
I'm afraid to mold you in the thick of the cold
This longing is stronger than the body
Let me hear your voice from afar
How it seduces every particle of this life
Thinking about you.

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“. 2023. she won a third place on international poetry competition „Ossi di Seppia“ Italy

A Bird

One day I was playing in a field.
I saw that, a bird was flying.
I said the bird, “Hey bird,
I want to fly with you.”
Then it said to me,
“You can’t fly with me.
Because you have not wings like me.”
Then I said to it,
“Who told you that, I have not wings?”
Then I make wings in my mind,
And fly with the bird in the wind.

Don Bormon is a student of grade 8 in Harimohan Government High School, Chapainawabganj,
Bangladesh.

Love of Elder Sister 
(This poem is dedicated to my two sisters Urmi and Nimmi)

In every step, a guiding light, she stands, 
An elder sister's love, forever grand. 
With gentle words and nurturing embrace, 
She shields my heart with tender grace. 
Her wisdom, like a light in the night, Guides my path, makes it bright. 
Through life's challenges, hand in hand we tread,
A bond of love, unbreakable, unwavering, and widespread.

Wazed Abdullah is a student of grade 8 in Harimohan Government High School, Chapainawabganj,Bangladesh.

My Green Love

My eyes out on the green grass 
Watch it and like to get lost
I watch my green love
Never exhausted, never fades
The shinny dews on the petals
The charmed forehead turns with a magnetic smile
Charged with the full current
Back to home with an image 
To stay on for limitless count of time
My eyes out on the grass-the lovely green.
 
Chapainawabganj,  Bangladesh
28 June, 2023


Sacrificing Love

Love, not always brings near to
Sometimes it gives adieu
Sometimes it cries us
Sometimes it breaks the heart
But what if it is experimental!
Love sometimes bound to cross the river and fire
Sometimes bound to cut the throats of the loving dears
Painful but sparks the hidden torch of modesty
Embracing the invisible to the reality of historic proof.

Chapainawabganj,  Bangladesh
29 June, 2023

Likes Just Likes  

I like just counting the words of your letter. 
I like to hear one thing again and again 'I love you and only you, my dear. 
Forgive me for delaying my return home for a few days'. 

You hide your love story in every letter. Why is it easy to run out of letters because the time is short? 

You will write letters to me with all the water in the sea. The day that I do not cut does not cut and cut. 

I haven't let you know how much I love you. I like just counting the words of your letter. I like to hear one thing again and again. 

What is the scent that fills the soul with the passion of love? One day you will come as a hero at the end of the liberation war. 

Maybe I won't be there that day, there will be love. The hope is that the country will be independent one day. 

I don't want to accept your love before the country 

I like just counting the words of your letter I like to hear one thing again and again 'I love you and only you my love."

Forgive me for delaying my visit.