ĐỪNG HỎI TẠI SAO
DO NOT ASK WHY

My country: Vietnam 

1
Đừng hỏi tại sao đông rét buốt
Giọt sương trên lá lắc lư chao
Cho phai vạt nắng hồn man mác
Da diết nỗi lòng trăng nhớ sao
2
Đừng hỏi tại sao người lữ khách
Cồn cào nỗi nhớ hàng dừa cao
Thì thầm lời sóng gởi lòng biến
Khao khát hồn quê tình ngọt ngào
3
Đừng hỏi tại sao em ngóng đợi
Giáo đường thánh lễ mùa No-en
Cho hồn tĩnh lặng vơi niềm nhớ
Đầm ấm tình yêu thêm chắc bền
4
Đừng hỏi tại sao mây lãng đãng
Trăm hoa đua sắc thắm vươn lên
Ong vờn bướm lượn, hương hoa tỏa
Vạn vật dường như nồng ấm lên
5
Đừng hỏi tại sao em ước vọng
Đời thôi những trái tim bên lề
Vô tâm hờ hững tình đồng loại
Ích kỷ tham lam giữa cõi mê
6
Đừng hỏi tại sao mùa gió bấc
Khi trời trở rét bão giông về
Xót xa áo mỏng kẻ nghèo khó
Buồn kiếp vô gia cư não nề.
7
Đừng hỏi tại sao em phấn khích
Yêu người càng thiết tha yêu đời
Làm sao giải nghĩa thật tường tận
Thấu cảm cuộc đời trải nghiệm rồi
8
Thiên luật quyện hòa trong vũ trụ
Con người dưới thế đâu xa xôi
Gieo nhân gặt quả như thiên định
Chân thiện ngày sau được phúc trời
9
Sống có cội nguồn có tổ quốc
Kính cha yêu mẹ quý tình thân
Niềm tin lý tưởng luôn kiên định
Hữu ích cho đời đâu muộn màng.
10
Luôn hỏi tại sao, không đáp lại
Mà sao chẳng chịu nhìn lên cao
Trên cao thiên chúa vẫn kêu gọi
Nhân loại nên ngày yêu quý nhau
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DO NOT ASK WHY
Author: HONG NGOC CHAU
1
Do not ask why winter is freezing cold
Dew drops on leaves swing you know
Sunshine fades away among all the heart
Deep in your soul, the moon misses stars
2
Do not ask me why the traveler in mind
Nostalgia is deep, coconut trees are high
Words of waves whisper send to the sea
I desire a hometown nostalgia, you see
3
Do not ask why I have always waited
Church of Christmas is coming indeed
My quiet soul of Noel reduces nostalgia
The loving warmth is more durable over
4
Do not ask why the clouds are wandering
Hundred colorful flowers are so blooming
Bees and butterflies soar on scented flowers
The universe objects seem to be so warmer
5
Do not ask me why I am expecting in life
Life doesn’t have hearts on the sidelines
Heartless to ignore fellow human beings
Selfish and greedy among all the beings
6
Do not ask me why in the north wind season
As the weather turns cold, stormy in motion
Pitying the poor have no thin coats, you see
They are sad about homeless life, obviously
7
Do not ask me why I’m so excited
Love people, earnestly I love life
How can I explain this thoroughly?
I feel the life experiences already
8
Heaven’s law harmonizes the universe
The people in worldly life have no lover
To sow causes and reap effects as God’s law
You will be blessed in the future by the Lord
9
We must have our source and country
Respect our parents, do you see truly?
Ideal beliefs are always steadfast
For useful life, it hasn’t late at last
10
You always ask me why I don’t answer
Why don’t you look up high above over?
Above, God is still calling as ever
Humanity should love each other
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Forever and always with you

I find the beauty of your soul growing

With your blues

Thunderstorm over this town

I can escape burning with your hand

The little unnamed flowers along the path

where river flows a sublime zeal

Dance and music nature’s flowing through

Shimmering and shining with your cityscape

I always find a reason to be with you

My forever and always earthen song.

Summer Carousel

The last ride on the carousel, on the last day of summer, was the most anticipated for the four Bender children – Anson, the eldest and his brother Phillip, along with their two younger sisters, Anya and Phoebe. Anson paid the carousel operator the usual four dollars for each of them. And with the money they saved all summer, the ride was all their own.

Around and around, the multi-colored lights streaked in a three dimensional circle. They laughed and laughed on mythical creatures – up and down, up and down. The carousel spun faster and faster until the lights disappeared into a fourth dimensional sphere. 

When the ride was over, their laughter faded but something fantastic altered their glee. The carousel operator was gone. He was replaced by someone else with a big, bushy mustache. They turned to see the Opening Day banner at the main entrance of the carnival. It was the beginning of summer – just like they had planned. They could relive all their summer dreams. But as they walked through the crowds, everyone was finely dressed. Phoebe said they all looked like they were going to a wedding. The finely dressed people looked at the children’s strange attire. Several commented that Phillip was in his undergarments. When they reached the parking lot, all the cars were gone – the parking lot was gone. Instead, the street was lined with horses and buggies. 

Phillip, Anya and Phoebe all gaped at Anson for an answer. 

“Where are we?” Anya asked as her deep, dark eyes widen.

Anson thought for a moment. A deep, dark moment as if he fell into one of the carousel mirrors that became a pool of water only to be pulled out by the carousel operator. It was a moment that felt like all summer. Finally, after a nudge from his brother, he stated as he exited his trance-like state, “Not where?”

Phillip and Anya focused on their older brother with a voltage-like shock.

Phoebe tugged at his cargo shorts and asked with her soft, brown eyes, “When do we eat?”

You… Are the Homeland of My Heart

You… yes, you,

Whenever you are absent from me, my lady,

I kindle a lantern of longing

upon the balconies of the clouds,

and I send my heart away,

a little boat

sailing across every horizon,

making its way toward your eyes,

searching every path

through mist and silence.

You are the heartbeat of my life…

And in your absence,

minutes stretch into endless years,

and the night becomes

a desert of waiting,

or a sky veiled with drifting clouds,

where nothing blossoms

except your gentle name,

guiding my soul like a sacred light.

Then, when your voice whispers,

springs of radiance burst forth within my spirit,

and upon the eyelashes of my heart

the golden ears of joy and serenity begin to dance,

while the universe once more

chants love’s most beautiful names.

So remain…

just as you are:

a moon no passing years

can ever dim,

a promise no length of time

can ever betray.

For you alone

are the poem that never reaches its final verse,

the homeland of my soul,

and the harbor

where every wave of peace finds its rest.

Driss Boukili El Hassani

Morocco

1. Attention: (Germany + Russian-speaking authors and visual artists from different countries of residence where there are no NOBLE LAUREATE AWARD Committees).

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THE NOBLE LAUREATE AWARD

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, Literature – Poetry

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We sincerely invite poets, writers and artists from all over the world to participate in this unique international exhibition.

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2. At the moment, the ILAST/ MLATT Association is holding a Friedrich Schiller literary competition, the acceptance of works ends on August 20.

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Candidates for membership will be sent a questionnaire to fill out.

Strict

Can you hold your own interpretation when the words become whip!

Let there be a silent void where the sound is a wall.

Candid confessions to trap lies,

Don’t indulge in lies in the back of your mind,

Doubtful in an epic story of how many solutions.

If one strength has to be stay to go,

However, let the thoughts of the mind remain unbroken within the walls of the mind.

A great insistence of great significance in discovering fruit.

Date: 08.08.2026

Amb. Dr. Priyanka Neogi is from Coochbehar. She is an administrative controller of United Nations’ PAF, a librarian, a 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 the Vijay Mission of Community Welfare Foundation of India.

MY DREAM

I know…

Perhaps it’s only just a dream of mine,

a silent wish that one day there will shine

a world where every war will finally cease,

and pain and darkness disappear in peace.

I dreamed of smiling children full of light,

of love-filled homes and streets both warm and bright,

of happiness reflected in the sun above,

of souls at rest, surrounded by pure love.

I saw the goodness hidden in each heart,

people embracing life in every part,

where no one cares about your name or race,

but sees the beauty carried by your grace.

I felt sincere embraces, warm and true,

when one extends a helping hand to you,

and friends who always stand by one another’s side,

untouched by greed or envy born of pride.

I breathed the love of such a wondrous place,

where everyone can find their rightful space,

a world where no one causes pain or strife,

a world untouched by violence in life.

Then I opened my eyes…

Ah, it was only just a lovely dream,

but will there come a day when all will see

that wars destroy the beauty life imparts,

and only what comes from the soul lives in our hearts?