Poetry from Ajah Israel Chukwudi

Fiendish friend

Love is written in the tablet of man’s heart

That’s why he takes his solitary lamp and trudge down the dark crooked forest paths

In search of silver and gold.

When fate anoints his journey with fortune

He chooses to be that generous king inviting

The slaves to whine and dine with him —

You smile the smile of an angel, they smile the smile of a vampire. 

Pull their skin from their body

To see the heart harbouring a double-edge dagger.

But can we tell which lizard has a bellyache since they all lie prostate?

Since all faces wear laugher,

How can we tell which laughter is artificial?

Watch them blow the gentle breeze 

And inject your tiny body like tse-tse fly,

And while bury you the pique of a thousand offences

To cuddle man with the gab of love,

Your innocent head drips blood

On the altar of raging grudges —

See why man is to his fellow, a fiendish friend.

Gratitude

Gratitude is, the smoke knowing the origin is fire,

Not amputating the hands that pulled 

The lepper out of a miry clay;

It’s the estuary returning back to the river

After caressing the seashore.

Dig up the past let’s survey the present,

How long did the feverish bird shivered on the cage

Before freedom came knocking on the door?

If now the bird frolicks and scratches the face of the sky,

Does it pay homage to earth, the bedrock of heaven?

After thousand miles of futile race;

Of planting and harvesting nothing

How did the tongue send fervent honour

To all deft hands that dragged sorrow,

Stabbed and nailed it to the cross?

When flourishing like Cedar planted

 By the flowing brook of Lebanon

Be not as foolish as egg challenging the rock to a duel.

But beat the drum of honour

To drive home song of gratitude 

To venerate all who greased your ship to sail.

Ajah Israel Chukwudi is a poet whose pen sails boisterously like a barbed arrow exhuming moral decadence and correcting the anomalies bedeviling the society.  His poetic works is a like a moving train that plies every aspect of human life. He’s a law graduate from Ebonyi state University, Abakaliki Ebonyi state, Nigeria.

Essay from Shohjaxon Shonazarov

Beyond GDP: Rethinking Economic Growth and Human Well-Being in the Modern World

Abstract

Gross Domestic Product (GDP) is one of the most widely used indicators for measuring a country’s economic performance. However, economic growth does not always guarantee higher living standards, social equality, or environmental sustainability. This article examines the importance of GDP, its limitations, and the need for a broader approach to measuring economic development. It argues that governments should consider not only the quantity of goods and services produced but also the quality of life, income distribution, environmental protection, and long-term economic stability. A more comprehensive understanding of development can help countries create economies that are both productive and sustainable.

Keywords: Gross Domestic Product, economic growth, sustainable development, income inequality, human well-being, economic policy.

1. Introduction

Economic growth has long been considered one of the main objectives of national economic policy. Governments around the world attempt to increase production, attract investment, develop industries, and improve international competitiveness. Gross Domestic Product (GDP) has become a central indicator in evaluating the success of these efforts.

GDP measures the monetary value of all final goods and services produced within a country’s borders during a specific period. An increase in GDP generally indicates that economic activity is expanding. However, a fundamental question remains: does a growing economy always lead to a better life for its citizens?

Although GDP provides valuable information about economic performance, it cannot fully explain the social and environmental consequences of economic activity. A country may experience rapid economic growth while facing rising inequality, environmental degradation, or limited access to essential public services. Therefore, economic success should be evaluated through a broader perspective.

2. The Role of GDP in Economic Development

GDP plays a significant role in modern economic analysis. It enables governments, investors, researchers, and international organizations to assess economic performance and identify changes in production over time.

First, GDP growth can encourage business expansion. When demand increases, companies may invest in new technologies, establish additional production facilities, and employ more workers. These activities can contribute to higher incomes and increased employment opportunities.

Second, GDP provides information for economic policymaking. Governments use GDP data to evaluate economic trends, plan public expenditure, and develop strategies for maintaining stability. Real GDP is particularly useful because it adjusts for price changes and provides a more accurate measure of changes in production.

Third, GDP facilitates comparisons between economies. When combined with population data, GDP per capita provides an estimate of average economic output per person. Nevertheless, GDP per capita is an average and does not reveal how income is distributed across society.

Thus, GDP remains an essential instrument for understanding economic activity, but it should not be treated as a complete measure of national prosperity.

3. The Limitations of GDP as a Measure of Prosperity

One of the main limitations of GDP is its inability to measure income inequality directly. An economy can generate substantial national income while the benefits of growth remain concentrated among a relatively small proportion of the population. In such circumstances, rising GDP may coexist with financial difficulties for many households.

Another limitation concerns environmental sustainability. Industrial production can increase GDP while simultaneously contributing to air pollution, water contamination, and the depletion of natural resources. If environmental damage is ignored, economic statistics may present an incomplete picture of the true costs of development.

Furthermore, GDP does not fully capture unpaid activities such as household work and informal caregiving. These activities contribute significantly to social well-being, even though they are generally not included in GDP when performed without market payment.

Finally, GDP does not directly measure health, education quality, personal security, or life satisfaction. These factors influence people’s opportunities and their ability to benefit from economic progress.

Consequently, an economy should not be considered successful solely because its output is increasing. Sustainable prosperity requires improvements in both material conditions and the broader quality of life.

4. The Relationship Between Economic Growth and Human Well-Being

Economic growth and human well-being are closely connected, but the relationship between them is not automatic. Higher production can provide governments with additional resources to finance education, healthcare, transport infrastructure, and social protection. It can also create employment opportunities and support technological progress.

However, the final outcome depends on how these resources are distributed and used. If economic growth does not generate sufficient employment or improve access to essential services, its benefits may remain limited for large sections of society.

For example, two countries with similar GDP per capita may have different levels of educational opportunity, healthcare accessibility, and income inequality. This demonstrates why economic development should be assessed using multiple indicators rather than a single numerical measure.

A comprehensive approach should combine GDP statistics with indicators such as poverty rates, employment levels, life expectancy, educational attainment, and environmental quality. Together, these measures provide a more balanced understanding of national progress.

5. Towards Sustainable and Inclusive Economic Growth

The limitations of GDP highlight the importance of sustainable and inclusive economic policies. Sustainable development seeks to meet present needs without compromising the ability of future generations to meet their own needs.

Governments can support this objective by investing in renewable energy, improving the efficiency of resource use, strengthening education systems, and encouraging innovation. Such policies can support productivity while reducing environmental costs.

Inclusive growth is equally important. Economic policies should create opportunities for different groups in society to participate in and benefit from economic activity. This includes improving access to quality education, supporting small businesses, developing workforce skills, and reducing unnecessary barriers to employment.

For developing economies, including Uzbekistan, these issues are particularly relevant. Economic diversification, investment in human capital, digital transformation, and the efficient use of natural resources can contribute to stronger long-term development. However, the effectiveness of these measures should be evaluated using reliable national statistics and measurable outcomes.

Ultimately, the objective of economic policy should not simply be to produce more, but to create conditions in which economic progress translates into meaningful and lasting improvements in people’s lives.

Conclusion

Gross Domestic Product remains one of the most important indicators of economic performance, providing essential information about production, growth, and changes in economic activity. Nevertheless, its limitations demonstrate that economic growth alone cannot fully represent national prosperity.

A comprehensive assessment of development should consider income distribution, employment, education, healthcare, environmental sustainability, and human well-being alongside GDP. By adopting a broader approach to economic measurement, governments can design policies that promote not only higher output but also a fairer, healthier, and more sustainable society.

In the long run, the true success of an economy should be measured not only by how much a country produces, but also by how effectively that production improves the lives of its people.

Poetry from Tie Wu

Gaza, Gaza

—To the Souls of the Deceased Children of Gaza

Opening the newspaper, a jarring headline stabs my eyes —

“Disaster within disaster”: three thousand seven hundred and sixty children dead in Gaza;

Scrolling through a friend’s WeChat, furious verses ignite my heart:

“Blood‑sea within blood‑sea”: generations upon generations of hatred perpetuate in Gaza.

I now call back Mr. Eliot, the poet of a past century,

Should there arise a poet whose lecture hall is the battlefield?

I summon Yev­tushenko, author of Mama and the Atomic Bomb,

I ask: Are you still travelling where berries grow everywhere?

I know the battlefield is no basketball court; a poet’s words hold little power.

Humans dart like frantic ants. Has revenge become some people’s excuse for slaughter?

I know invisible fire‑nets spread across the sky, fangs of technology bared.

Drones are no flies; peace has turned into an unforeseen worry.

How can I ever find your three thousand seven hundred and sixty young souls?

All I see are a few elderly women clad in orange in alleyways.

How can I comfort your surviving playmates there?

All I hear is the barking of some dog echoing in stairwells.

I once dreamed of a hundred possible tap‑dance lives for one human being.

Writers there are composing how to stay suspended amid the whirlpool.

I once concluded that anyone’s fate may go off‑target at any moment,

Yet your parents stand in long queues just for a piece of flatbread.

Beneath the sun, I study with children how butterflies take flight.

Have your souls turned into paper cut‑out figurines?

With friends from Taiwan, I play island‑themed games.

Have your souls sought out the White‑Horse Guanyin?

A madwoman asks: Is there real‑name registration for hell?

Ah, I believe every one of you bears a name, a given name.

My gifted daughter says: There is no hell — only the human world.

Ah, I believe you shall be the true witnesses.

The very first composition in life bears a name given by parents.

Your first catastrophe: graveyards become your hometown.

At Xinyuntai Middle School by the sea, I lecture on the humanistic essence of writing;

Through the telescope atop the Oriental Pearl Tower, I gaze afar toward Gaza.

Clouds stretch boundless. How may I pierce the thick mist to behold you?

In which corner lies this war‑torn battlefield!

Wails rise on every side. How may I cross space to reach you?

How many more souls perish amid the roar of guns and blazing fires!

I am not composing poetry. Who could find poetry in news reports?

“Fish that rides a bicycle” — accepting an oracle, I lay down my pen.

I am not crafting prose. I stare numbly at a photograph from Gaza.

Late‑life highlight: a writer cannot bring himself to broach this theme.

This is not an age where war engulfs everything, yet cruelty still lingers.

I seek our true spirit in music, philosophy and poetry.

Why cannot benevolence and justice preside over our world?

Plato, Confucius, Muhammad — where are your podiums?

People discuss how humanity may escape the Anthropocene crisis.

One writer penned: “Man sits on the edge of the world, smiling.”

I confer with AI, searching for new possibilities.

“The world is snowing whole‑heartedly,” I make this proclamation.

River Jordan, Dnieper River, weep day and night; the Yellow River hears their lament.

The United Nations flies its flag at half‑mast — today, this very day, my children!

Gaza City, Al‑Shifa Hospital, refugee camps — Shanghai knows your pain.

I see a little girl on a subway carriage rocking a wooden hobby‑horse chair.

Children, I dream of the 114 UN uncles and aunts;

Of a boulder centuries‑old standing on a high plateau torn by gales.

Children, every grain of sand in Gaza cries out. I dream

Of our green transparent planet assailed by tempests of wind, rain and lightning.

What a montage: bulldozers topple Arafat’s statue.

He once signed the peace accord between Palestine and Israel together with Rabin.

What a stream‑of‑consciousness: the word “Liberation” blazes on your forefathers’ banner.

I once debated with my brother, a former soldier, the necessity and meaning of national liberation.

Some would write history as conquerors,

Becoming machines of war, claiming every stone for themselves.

Some seek to erase eternity. As killers,

They dictate others’ destinies, acknowledging no soul at all.

Absurdity, O mankind! How can I keep silent in reason!

Gaza, Gaza — what unfolds there is truly unprecedented.

Absurdity, O mankind! How could I drive sharp iron nails?

Gaza, Gaza — some souls vanish without leaving a trace.

Once more I call back the great poets of the twentieth century.

O Eliot, listen, listen to this child’s voice:

“I do not wish to see this world. I would rather die with Mother.”

We never get to grow up. Is this not a spiritual trial for poets?

Once more I summon the poet who wrote Mama and the Atomic Bomb.

Mr. Yev­tushenko, your “berries everywhere” symbolises peace.

Poetry from Gulasal Jumayeva

🥀I Am Not Who Everyone Sees…🥀
“Seeing a person is one thing; feeling their soul is another…”
Sometimes, people think we are happy because we smile, indifferent because we remain silent, and strong because we endure everything. They see how we are today, but they know nothing about the sleepless nights, the thoughts that consume us, or the battles we have fought within ourselves to become who we are…
I, too, am not the person everyone thinks I am.


I have words I have never been able to say to anyone, conversations I have never found the courage to begin, and words I have repeated a thousand times in my mind, only to choose silence in the end. Sometimes, a simple sentence stays in my thoughts all day long. Sometimes, the things that matter deeply to me seem insignificant in the eyes of others. And in those moments, I realize that everyone measures the world through the lens of their own heart.


Sometimes, I wish I could live without overthinking everything, without taking every little thing so personally. But it seems that a person cannot escape their own nature. Once the heart feels something, no matter how hard the mind tries to forget it, certain feelings remain right where they are.

Do you know what the most interesting thing is?

People often know only the side of you that you choose to show them. They know your smile, but not the reason behind it. They notice your silence, but not the countless words hidden within it. They say you have changed, but they never ask about the days that changed you.


Perhaps that is why the greatest world a person possesses lies within them. A world filled with conversations no one has ever heard, memories no one has ever witnessed, and feelings no one has ever truly understood.
I no longer expect everyone to understand me. Because every heart has its own language, and every person carries a story of their own. There is only one thing I wish for: before judging someone, people would take even a moment to consider what that person might have been through.


After all, even the happiest-looking person may carry an unspoken sorrow, and even the quietest person may hold the grandest dreams.

And me…

I am not merely the smile you see, the words you hear, or the silence you observe. I am my mistakes from yesterday, my thoughts of today, my hopes for tomorrow, and the stories I have yet to share with anyone.
Because a person can be seen with the eyes, but to truly understand them, one must look with the heart. 🕊️


I am not who everyone sees. I am a whole universe that even I have not yet fully discovered…🤍

🌷 Gulasal Jumayeva 🌷 Gulasal Jumayeva was born on July 8, 2010. She is from Shofirkon district, Bukhara region, Uzbekistan. She is currently a 10th-grade student at Secondary School No. 30. She has big dreams, high ambitions, and a heart full of stories yet to be written, dreams waiting to come true, and words waiting to be spoken. ✨❤️

Poetry from Brian Barbeito

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Poems for Mexico Contents

(for Tara)

The Puerto Morelos Pelicans 

There in the sky moving 

Wild, slowly, gliding and 

Ancient looking. 

Maybe It’s the spirit

Of the dinosaur age,

Right there in eye and 

Spirit sight strong

I watch and wonder and

Think of those far away times

Before man, and wonder

At existence

Moon Notebooks

I always kept a notebook 

During travels. Keywords 

To remember,- the subjects

Of prose poems and stories.

Sometimes I called myself

Saturday Moon, and

The papers were loyal

Confidants on planes and

Balconies, at desks

And waiting areas.

Words and sentences,

Frankly frame the large

Unabridged world 

Wild Water Storms

The Ocean Turquoise was the

Name of the place, and it was 

Storm season, the jellyfish

Stinging and the waters churning

And disheveled. But,

Even overcast air is okay

For the Terra cotta structure

Of the place and to be there

Is fine. A country with soul,

An area with delight and

both fine and rugged beauty 

Stray Cats

Groups I could see from

The balcony,- running together,

Being, there by the local trees and

Shrubs, out to the interlock and

Near the warm glow of 

Ground lights. Be well cats. 

Stick together. Beige. Brown. 

Fast. Soul. Each a soul and

The group also a soul. 

Go and go well.

Lizard by the Light

Reading a book and in the nights

I noticed the green lizard on the stucco wall. 

It was calm and maybe liked the warmth of the nearby light. That balcony had a view where

One could see the wondrous grounds

And the sense sea beyond. Magic. The

Things that make for mystery and 

Open mystical lyrical areas and feelings,

Attitudes and spiritual awakenings.

To have a good lace and literature,

To have a soulmate and the southern 

Worlds and salt water tides…

Playa Del Carmen Rosary

The bright days. Coffee shop. Outlet stands of wares…jewellery and clothing. One of the

First places had a magical and soulful rosary. What a find. I should have bought two. It has lasted all these years, colourful and Godly. A piece of that place and some help to pray and remember and strive for the divine, the eternal. 

Clear Water Calm 

The Ocean. See the sea. How could it be so clear and warm, healing, and fine? A great place in the world. Expatriates. Locals. Tourists. But room for everyone. The strong ancient sun. Calm. Everything is alive but still calm. An inner prayer is happening. There must be a spiritual light besides the worldly light, an enlightening light, a light that we look for again but that has also been with us since the beginning…

Poetry from Debabrata Maji

Cultural Diversity 

May have different colors

                  With its different strands,

A Tapestry of Woven 

                       And a thousand lands.

May have different tongues 

                       Within the soft speak,

Stand strong together

                            But none are weak.

Have one wear silk

                          And one wears wool,

Have songs of grace

                   The story is rich and full.

It’s like a small garden

                         And it’s wild in grand,

Flowers are blooming

                           It is across the land.

The journey of Indian poet Dr. Debabrata Maji is one woven with the artistry of words, the precision of engineering, and the resounding echoes of literary passion. His artistry, rooted in heartfelt emotions and intricate expressions, carved a distinct space within global literary landscapes. To mark with respect and honour his poems are frequently broadcasted from Colombia Ecos Poeticos Radio. Dr. Maji’s written legacy is solidified through thirteen remarkable poetry collections bearing coveted ISBN in Bengali versions – Kavita Bichitra, Kavita Darpan, Probad Angina, Premer Boikunth, Sonnet Bhaskar, Harano Bamsari, Smarane Manane, Vande Mataram, Barnera Rahasya and English versions are Dreamscape, The Peace, The Divine Glow and Maxims 500 are extensions of his soul. These titles bear witness to his unwavering commitment to poetry and the sheer brilliance of his literary craft. His story is not merely about accolades or achievements – it is about a man who dared to transform life’s melodies into poetry, leaving behind an enduring legacy that will inspire generations to come.