Shamsiya Khudoynazarova Turumovna (February 15, 1973) was born in Uzbekistan. Studied at the Faculty of Journalism of Tashkent State University (1992-1998). She took first place in the competition of young republican poets (1999). Four collections of poems have been published in Uzbekistan: “Leaf of the Heart” (1998), “Roads to You” (1998), “The Sky in My Chest” (2007), “Lovely Melodies” (2013). She wrote poetry in more than ten genres. She translated some Russian and Turkish poets into Uzbek, as well as a book by YunusEmro. She lived as a political immigrant with her family for five years in Turkey.
I am carrying the sea and burnt the boat within me
My boat was burning
There on the sands of seashore
Since then with the every tide
Sea attempts to put out the fire and
Wash off my burnt boat
Even for the high tide, it’s not possible to do so
My heart is burning in separation of my beloved
It’s pangs are too intensive
My blanket cannot properly cover my body
To extinguish the fire
The sea is nothing but my vast body
My toes are touching the sea bed
My boat is my heart within – the Sun on the sky
Smokes come out all over in my mind
My hairs turned into ashes grey
By the heat of my burning heart
It seems, my heart can’t meet;
Can’t make reunion with my beloved
Till the sea of my body gets dried out
O, my Lord!
How long I will have to wait
To show you my burning heart
Alas…!
WOMAN, BEYOND THE INDEX OF BODY
Lake like eyes/ Scarlet coral-like lips/ Curly-curvy hairs
Attraction all four directions
These are mazes
Face and physical charms are curtains, indeed
A weapon to keep off you from the desired abode
A true woman lives in somewhere else
Beyond the index of her body
Sitting crouch like a recluse
Just like an abstract thing
Like a dream of snow-white clouds
Sometimes, similar to the moonless dark night
Dormant lightening, full of its potency
Extremely tough meditation is needed
To open her inner layers of heart,
Love is considered to be the genuine pearl of a woman
This can discover by proceeding beyond her body
Otherwise, nothing lies in the whirlpool of body
Man wants to overpower
The screaming body of a woman
But the body is a dune of sands/ a fair of desires
There is only mirage and mirage
Woman uses to be hidden,
Somewhere in her inner self,
Instead of, being found in her apparent body
Which is like an epic center of a live volcano
A man in his entire life
Uses to run after fascinating faces
Like those idiot men
Who on the surface of the water
Often, stare at diving and floating waves
With their curious eyes
Use to play, the whole day, with shells lying on beaches
Perhaps, they do not know
That the true pearls are senselessly lying
In the depth of a sea,
Where the breathes not much support the divers
To achieve such unknown pearls in the deep sea
Needed to wait till the lips of shell get opened
To get the original element of a woman
You will have to raise the curtain of deceitful face
You will have to step down
In to the concealed room of her heart
You will have to knock and knock again
At the tightly closed window of her soul
A woman is not a thing of luxury
Not a commodity of marketing
Not even a body of only bone and flesh
The true name of a woman is ——
Love, love, and only love!
Dr. Perwaiz Shaharyar is a Consultant Editor (Urdu) in National Council of Educational Research and Training (NCERT), Ministry of Education, Government of India. He had been Principal Publication Officer in National Council for Promotion of Urdu Language in 2007. He has been, a member of Advisory Board of National Book Trust India.
He is a Multilingual (English, Hindi and Urdu) famous poet, short story writer and critic from India. He is Graduate with English Honours from Ranchi University. He has topped Jawaharlal Nehru University in Masters with Literature. He was awarded Doctor of Philosophy for his Research Work from University of Delhi. He is Post Graduate Diploma holder in Calligraphy, Mass Media and in Book Publishing with Specialization in Editing.
Dr. Perwaiz Shaharyar began writing his poems in English since lockdown in the period of Pandemic COVID-19. He has written more than 100 poems, participated in many worldwide webinars and published in various international anthologies, so far. His as many as 25 poems have been translated by many award-winning litterateurs into Polish, Indonesian, Arabic, Spanish, Russian, Bengali, Hindi, Portuguese, Italian, Korean, and Albanian languages. His poems are being published in several anthologies within the country and abroad. He has 20 published books of literature in his credentials, so far. He has won many awards and accolades for his outstanding intellectual and literary contributions. His poem ‘The Burning Boat’ contains mystic (Sufism) and metaphysical elements.
In the display of the chain, the rules of the chain,
The stars are also expanded in the thought,
In the description of magnanimous generosity,
In destiny in the inflamed shrimp,
In setting the example in infinity.
The family exemplifies the “Noble Family”,
In the mutual respect of each member of the family It will be possible.
Noble mentality, noble presentation,
Noble dedication,
Noble expression should create noble looking.
Noble’s touch in Smartness,
To handle yourself at the noble.
To keep yourself wrapped in the noble,
whole life lives in noble
Amb. Dr. Priyanka Neogi from Coochbehar. She is an administrative Controller of the 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.
Hwa-byung will make you yell at your children fight with your family go all red in the face leap from your chair shaking knuckled fists.
This rising heart fire takes hold of you: poor and uneducated a stuck-at-home wife.
Hwa-byung will ruin your eating and sleeping grinding on old grudges seeping anger in rages too long suppressed.
The rising heart fire takes hold of men too: frustrated, mortified bad jobs with bad bosses who don’t show respect who reek of injustice until you smolder inside.
Hwa-byung is Korean for a mental disorder that may afflict anyone who withholds their anger that builds in intensity burns its way out bursts through walls tears down framing explodes like a bomb
hollowing you out in ways you don’t expect.
NOTE: Once classified under depressive disorders, hwa-byung is a culture-bound condition found only in Korea. It was thought to be limited to disgruntled housewives with passive husbands and overbearing in-laws. It is now being diagnosed in male employees who are full of anxiety, nihilistic ideas, and regret about their lives.
No Joke
On lovely Lake Victoria on the border with Uganda three female students at a missionary boarding school began to laugh and laugh
and they couldn’t stop and they didn’t stop and more students joined in and they couldn’t study and they couldn’t eat and they couldn’t sleep and they couldn’t do anything but laugh, laugh ’til it hurt ’til they were in pain and crying between laughing jags so the school closed down.
When school opened back up the laughing started back up so the school closed down.
Some girls arrived home in their small rural villages still laughing and laughing and village girls laughed too some boys, some adults and it spread, and spread to more than 200 people laughing and laughing for more than a year
and the experts blamed the emotional dissonance of a radical cultural shift from tribal communities to a modern way of life.
Laughter is said to be the best of all medicines but must always be taken in a moderate dose.
NOTE: The laughter epidemic was a mass psychogenic event that occurred in Tanganyika in 1962, soon after the country achieved independence. Schoolgirls brought the illness home to their villages and it spread wildly before disappearing.
The country is now known as Tanzania.
The Witches of Leroy
A pretty cheerleader fell down and that’s how it all began in the upstate New York town that invented jiggly Jell-O.
She screamed and flailed about cursing as if possessed cuss words she’d never say… she was not that kind of girl.
Her best friend suddenly ticced convulsing, crazed, she ran wild and sixteen other girls in town swearing, thrashing, crashing got rushed to the hospital their parents hysterical the ER in chaos the nurses, doctors puzzled as testing found no cause.
A rumor began to circulate about a toxic spill from a train derailment but testing showed no toxins on the high school grounds.
Erin Brockovich was invited to speak and attract the media declaring a chemical poisoning with opinion taken as fact.
But why only teenage girls? From chemicals miles away? Spilled four decades prior? Before the girls were born?
Time slid by as it always does the parents demanding answers accountability and recourse long after their girls recovered left for college and life away from the town that created Jell-O.
NOTE: Mass outbreaks of psychogenic illnesses have occurred in schools in many parts of the world. These events used to happen in convents and were once deemed satanic. Religious and shamanic interventions were employed when illnesses were medically inexplicable.
In the modern world, mass anxiety hysteria (acting crazy) and mass motor hysteria (sleeping sickness or convulsions) are social phenomena without identified physical pathology. Outbreaks are usually limited to the young and are believed to be triggered by issues in the community: emerging sexuality amidst social repression, poverty, dislocation, hopelessness.
Soon he rises, proudly holding his newfound weapon
Rusty in appearance, yet sharp enough to sever bonds
To cut free from the entangling ropes of existence
He turns, revealing another prize
A broken phonograph, still breathing melodies into the air
I hope its song continues eternally
When one voice rises,
forests echo in harmony
When one heart finds joy,
birds join in celebration
Discarded firecracker papers and chains release bitterness
Silencing the chorus of critical voices
The open path before us reveals this truth
A heart already aflame needs no spark
A free-spirited tricycle needs no shelter
Su Yun, 17 years old, is a member of the Chinese Poetry Society and a young poet. His works have been published in more than ten countries. He has published two poetry collections in China, namely Inspiration from All Things and Wisdom and Philosophy, and one in India titled WITH ECSTASY OF MUSINGS IN TRANQUILITY. He has won the Guido Gozzano Orchard Award in Italy, the Special Award for Foreign Writers in the City of Pomezia, and was praised by the organizing committee as the “Craftsman of Chinese Lyric Poetry”. He has also received the “Cuttlefish Bone” Best International Writer Award for those under 25.
我也想庆祝夜的生日
河北省石家庄市藁城区工业路小学 苏墨琰 10岁
夜的生日什么时候开始
小飞蛾趴在玻璃上提醒我
天空已摆好月亮蛋糕
插上星星蜡烛
蟋蟀和纺织娘开始歌唱
树叶哗啦啦鼓掌
风送来花香
灯光献上祝福
就连梦也和夜视频通话
祝他生日快乐
我也想庆祝夜的生日
其实，我趴在窗前
已经悄悄地帮他
关掉太阳
I Also Want to Celebrate the Night’s Birthday
By Su Moyan, 10 years old, Gongye Road Primary School, Gaocheng District, Shijiazhuang City, Hebei Province
When does the night’s birthday start?
The little moth on the glass reminds me
The sky has set up a moon cake
With star candles inserted
Crickets and katydids start singing
Leaves applaud rustlingly
The wind sends the fragrance of flowers
Lights offer blessings
Even dreams have a video call with the night
Wishing him a happy birthday
I also want to celebrate the night’s birthday
In fact, I lean by the window
And have quietly helped him
Turn off the sun
窗帘
河北省石家庄市藁城区贾市庄镇贯庄小学 薛润楠 9岁
风是个捣蛋鬼
把我们教室的窗帘
一会儿变胖
一会儿变瘦
胖窗帘像个孕妇
同学从窗帘后面
探头走出来
胖孕妇秒变瘦妈妈
Curtain
By Xue Runnan, 9 years old, Guanzhuang Primary School, Jiashizhuang Town, Gaocheng District, Shijiazhuang City, Hebei Province
The wind is a troublemaker
It makes the curtain of our classroom
Now fat
Now thin
The fat curtain is like a pregnant woman
When classmates peek out from behind the curtain
The fat pregnant woman instantly becomes a thin mother
春天的火车
河北省石家庄市藁城区贾市庄镇贯庄小学 李思锦 9岁
花朵是春天的火车
一开动火车
就听到一阵阵香的震动
Spring’s Train
By Li Sijin, 9 years old, Guanzhuang Primary School, Jiashizhuang Town, Gaocheng District, Shijiazhuang City, Hebei Province
Flowers are spring’s train
As soon as the train starts moving
We hear bursts of fragrant vibrations
月光走秀
河北省石家庄市藁城区贾市庄镇贯庄小学 薛嘉一 9岁
月光
穿上雪白的裙子
像一位白雪公主
在人间走秀
忽然
她跌倒了
月光碎了
月光花开了
Moonlight Fashion Show
By Xue Jiayi, 9 years old, Guanzhuang Primary School, Jiashizhuang Town, Gaocheng District, Shijiazhuang City, Hebei Province
Moonlight
Puts on a snow-white dress
Like a Snow White
Walking a show on earth
Suddenly
She stumbles
Moonlight shatters
Moonlight flowers bloom
抢龙珠
河北省石家庄市藁城区贾市庄镇贯庄小学 薛舜兮 9岁
夕阳西下
几缕云围着落日
像极了几条龙
在抢一颗龙珠
Snatching the Dragon Ball
By Xue Shunxi, 9 years old, Guanzhuang Primary School, Jiashizhuang Town, Gaocheng District, Shijiazhuang City, Hebei Province
As the sun sets
Several wisps of clouds surround the setting sun
Just like several dragons
Snatched a dragon ball
美丽的雪花
河北省石家庄市藁城区贾市庄镇贯庄小学 马崡旭 9岁
冬天
雪花打扮得
漂漂亮亮的
她们穿上洁白的裙子
跳着洁白的舞蹈
讲着洁白的故事
Beautiful Snowflakes
By Ma Hanxu, 9 years old, Guanzhuang Primary School, Jiashizhuang Town, Gaocheng District, Shijiazhuang City, Hebei Province
In winter
Snowflakes dress up
Prettily
They put on white dresses
Dance white dances
Tell white stories
小鸟
河北省石家庄市藁城区贾市庄镇贯庄小学 薛畅 9岁
窗外的小鸟
学着我们的样子
叽叽喳喳读课文
我们停下来
它们还在读
老师宣布
小鸟读得最快乐
Birds
By Xue Chang, 9 years old, Guanzhuang Primary School, Jiashizhuang Town, Gaocheng District, Shijiazhuang City, Hebei Province
Birds outside the window
Learn from us
Chirping and reading textbooks
When we stop
They keep reading
The teacher announces
Birds read the happiest
花朵上的雨滴
河北省石家庄市藁城区贾市庄镇贯庄小学 刘怡杉 9岁
乌云开工了
用自己国家的小水晶
给花朵们穿上
自己亲手制作的水晶鞋
Raindrops on Flowers
By Liu Yishan, 9 years old, Guanzhuang Primary School, Jiashizhuang Town, Gaocheng District, Shijiazhuang City, Hebei Province
Dark clouds start working
With small crystals from their own country
Dress the flowers
In crystal shoes made by themselves
花梦
河北省石家庄市藁城区贾市庄镇贯庄小学 薛子航 9岁
把我的灯关了
把我的门关了
把我的耳朵关了
把我拉进花的梦中
给我一个清醒的鼻子
Flower Dream
By Xue Zihang, 9 years old, Guanzhuang Primary School, Jiashizhuang Town, Gaocheng District, Shijiazhuang City, Hebei Province
Turn off my lights
Close my door
Shut my ears
Pull me into a flower dream
Give me a sober nose
热闹的秋雨
河北省石家庄市藁城区贾市庄镇贯庄小学 顼艺安 9岁
小雨滴在天上乱跑
落下的时候
还在叽叽喳喳地叫
来到地面又开始聊天
好热闹的秋雨
Lively Autumn Rain
By Xu Yian, 9 years old, Guanzhuang Primary School, Jiashizhuang Town, Gaocheng District, Shijiazhuang City, Hebei Province
Little raindrops run wild in the sky
When falling
They still chirp and shout
When they come to the ground, they start chatting again
What a lively autumn rain
小蜜蜂住酒店
河北省石家庄市藁城区贾市庄镇贯庄小学 韩鑫佑 9岁
沙沙沙
下雨了
被雨淋湿的小蜜蜂
急急忙忙钻进一朵小花
甜甜的花酒
美美的花床
小蜜蜂
躺在花朵酒店里
睡着了
Little Bees in the Flower Hotel
By Han Xinyu, 9 years old, Guanzhuang Primary School, Jiashizhuang Town, Gaocheng District, Shijiazhuang City, Hebei Province
Shasha Sha
It’s raining!
Little bees soaked by the rain
Hurry into a tiny flower—
Sweet flower wine,
A beautiful flower bed…
The little bees
Lie in their flower hotel
And drift off to sleep.
猫与云
河北省石家庄市藁城区贾市庄镇贯庄小学 薛梓阳 9岁
一到阴天
小猫就害怕出门
因为云朵的眼泪
让它担心
自己柔软的皮毛
会被云要回去
Cats and Clouds
By Xue Ziyang, 9 years old, Guanzhuang Primary School, Jiashizhuang Town, Gaocheng District, Shijiazhuang City, Hebei Province
Whenever it’s cloudy
The kitten is afraid to go out
Because of the clouds’ tears
It worries
That its soft fur
Will be taken back by the clouds
POETRY Unites people
We are traveling with words and with our talents.
EVA Petropoulou Lianou, founder of literary project,” Poetry Unites people,” works closely with a very talented young student in China
Su Yun is a young poet who has shown an interest in the role of art, especially poetry, for young people’s education.
We cooperate and we exchange poems that are published in China and Greece.
Here you can find some poems written by young students.
The project is called
“Youth and Poetry”.
**If any teacher or school in Europe or Greece is interested and wants to participate in our project
