Poetry from Ermira D. Ifandi

I, OTHER

You are silent

and silence is a mess,

like a house,

where thieves have entered

and the chairs have turned their legs.

The garden is early autumn

that undresses the trees

like a poet undresses the world,

without permission.

You are silent,

and in the room I remain,

other.

Athens, June 8.2025

E.D.Ifandi

Ermira D. Ifandi was born on June 3, 1975, in Fratar, Mallakastër. She graduated from “Eqrem Çabej” University in Gjirokastër, with a degree in “Teaching for the Lower Primary Cycle.”

For nearly two decades, she has lived with her family in Athens, Greece, where she continues to maintain a strong connection with the Albanian language, culture, and literary creativity, turning words into a bridge between two cultures. She has participated in literary competitions organized by Radio Tirana and has published her literary works in local newspapers in Gjirokastër and Tepelenë.

Publications

Albanian–Greek bilingual poetry collection entitled:

ÇAST – ΣΤΙΓΜΗ

Her literary work has been recognized and praised by well-known critics and writers such as Robert Martiko, Luan Rama, Agon Halabaku, and Margarit Done.

Studies and critical works on her poetry have been included in the following books:

“Kur toka flet me qiellin” by Robert Martiko.

“Në zemër të fjalëve” by Margarit Done.

She has been included in several literary anthologies, including:

“Stina poetike”, selected by Pëllumb Troçi.

“NA bashkoi poezia”, among others.

Her work has been published in:

CavaliereNews Magazine, 

Elmasar El-Arabi Magazine,

POLEART Magazine, Destinacioni Newspaper, Letraria Newspaper, Ciceroni Newspaper, Vlera Magazine, Miriade Magazine, Qendra Press, Albania Press, Nevvsin.al, VVINDOVV.AL, and others.

Poetry from Nidia Amelia García

THE HUMBLE PEASANT

They spend their whole lives, opening with their hands, the furrows of new lands. The emerald green field, the blue sky of your eyes, you never turn your back on it, you begin happily, your arduous task. Sowing seeds, and waiting for the rain, man of the countryside, you who look at the sun, with your bronzed face. Your forehead sweats and perspires, from such hard work, your hands have become calloused, you worked hard and long. The sun, the earth and the water, are weapons of a great destiny, reaping the fruits is the humble peasant. 

Nidia Amelia García, from Buenos Aires, Argentina, is a writer and an activemember of Juntos por las Letras (Together for Letters). She has participated innumerous virtual events in Uruguay, Paraguay, Bolivia, Spain, Colombia,Portugal, Nigeria, Uzbekistan, Kyrgyzstan, and elsewhere. She has also contributed to literary anthologies such as “Books of the Immortals” and “Anthology of the 50 Poets of the World 2022.”

Poetry from Priyanka Neogi

I will not be lame

You will stay asleep! 

down to stay with broken!

To try to get rid & rising of, 

Carry with pain of grasp. 

After the effort, with the stick of the mind,

The mind grabs the power of the mind. 

Deep from the reward,

Get up in the power of standing up.

Man’s pain, the lame bent, 

Will give up the mind, 

to stop the speed of mind and lose,

The people will come in the way.

Do not want to work, 

where there is a story of cant, 

broken heart looking for a good way,

to be a new mind to be fresh mind. 

The mind is lame, all work is lame,

The mind is strong, stomach work. 

In the desire to stand up, 

The mind of the mind is a molecular insolence. 

I will not be lame, the mind will run,

The mind is running within the Marathon, 

Give the ashes to the face of enemy, 

Feel free to laugh.

In the promise of having  colourful,

The strong oil is in the massage,

From itself to Itself to understand, Standing,

Strengthen, in Future for show to with mind in freedom.

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.

Poetry from Milena Pčinjski

THE BEAST

Her words are weapons and wounds,

against the cruel and for the hurt.

Against the world that never cuddled her,

for you cannot deceive a beast:

Cuddled at first,

then ruthlessly trampled!

The world is the one that must learn new rules:

how to bow before the wisdom of a beast.

Milena Pčinjski, MA – Biography

Milena Pčinjski (Милена Пчињски) was born on October 28, 1986, in Prokuplje, Republic of Serbia, and currently resides in Ćuprija. She holds a master’s degree in English Language and Literature. She is recognized as an international poet who writes in both Serbian and English. Her poetry has been published in numerous collections and anthologies of contemporary Serbian literature, as well as in international and online poetry compilations. Her poems have been translated into English, Hungarian, Russian, Romanian, Bengali, and Finnish.

She is a member of several book clubs in Serbia and regularly participates in literary events and poetry competitions. In 2025, she published her poetry collection Verses Imprisoned (Заробљени стихови). She works as an online English professor and also serves as a translator and editor for Area Felix, an international Serbian e-magazine dedicated to creative literature and culture. Additionally, she is a proofreader for the Association of Writers –SKOR, where she also serves as the President for the Pomoravlje Region.

Her collection Verses Imprisoned was awarded the Honorary Silver Diploma by the Orthodox Cultural and Artistic Almanac Arina NN in Nizhny Novgorod in 2025. Milena is an honorary member of the International Advisory Board of the Academy of Farsala in Greece, as well as of the Global Literary Society, where she received a Certificate of Appreciation for „her excellent contribution to the Global Movement of Positive Literature” from Bhagirath Choudhary, the founder of the organization. She is currently preparing her second poetry collection.

Poetry from Graciela Noemi Villaverde

Mother

You are the first land our feet tread,

the sky that stays awake when night falls.

You are not only the one who gives life,

but the refuge where life learns not to fear.

Your voice is the wind that straightens the ears of corn,

your embrace the harbor where any storm calms.

You hold in the palms of your hands the sun that warms us,

and in your gaze, a horizon that never closes.

You carry in your heart a garden that knows no winter,

where the strength you lack grows.

You are the memory that sustains us,

the invisible thread that, even when we stray,

never breaks.

Sometimes you are a river that runs silent and deep,

sometimes a mountain firm against any gale.

Always the same love, rooted, made home,

made all that makes us human.

 And when the world weighs too heavily,

all I have to do is return to you,

to find my way again,

to find peace,

to find the place where I am whole.

GRACIELA NOEMI VILLAVERDE is a writer and poet from Concepción del Uruguay (Entre Rios) Argentina. Based in Buenos Aires, she graduated in letters and is the author of seven books in the poetry genre, awarded several times worldwide. She works as World Manager of Educational and Social Projects of the Hispanic World Union of Writers, and UHE World Honorary President of the Activa de la Sade, Argentine Society of Writers. She’s a Commissioner of Honor in the executive cabinet in the Educational and Social Relations Division of the UNACCC South America, Argentina Chapter.

Poetry from Nassira Nezzar

Here Is My World

Within this realm lies a secret profound,

A silent whisper, lost and unfound.

Here bleeds a wound that no one can see,

Yet here blooms a smile, wild and free.

Welcome to the sanctuary I call my own,

Where the architecture of my soul is shown.

It is built from the dust of quiet prose,

Formed from the ashes where no fire glows.

Strung with pearls of courage, fierce and bright,

Guided by eyes that hold tomorrow’s light.

Fashioned by the very breath of verse,

For poetry speaks truth to the universe.

Nassira Nezzar participated in many international anthologies. She is also a famous reciter. She recites poems in Arabic, English, French, Spanish, Italian, Turkish, and other languages and publishes them on her YouTube channel.

Poetry from Mahbub Alam

Life, a Long Sorrow

Life is a sorrow that stretches through time.

Like the moon still drifting across the sky,

As a shadow.
Just as the ribs within our chests
Keep breaking, again and again,
As the Bargis devour the harvest
And leave the fields stripped bare,

Trees stand wounded
Upon the breast of nature.

Has anyone ever imagined
Such an unfamiliar world
Upon the sky
Or upon the earth?

Life is a sorrow that stretches through time.

And yet, it grows.

Along the basin of life,
How much it carries with it—
How many memories,
How many unspoken burdens
Flow through its depths.

Still, it befriends the sunlight.
It shimmers and smiles
In the flowing breath of the wind.

It awakens love.
It awakens sorrow.

And still, it sways,
Gently, from side to side,
Scattering glimmers of peace
From the corners of its eyes.

It keeps growing upward,
Higher and higher,
Rising beyond its branches,
Beautiful in the fullness
Of its own existence.

At night,
The birds sleep soundly
Inside their cages,
Undisturbed by the darkness.

This tree is a world,
A world within another world—

Just as within a human being
There dwells the human mind,
An unseen world
Within the world we see.

Life moves within life.

A dawn—
A whole universe of light.

A night—
An arrangement of sleep,
A quiet realm of rest.

And yet,
Why does light fail to break
On certain mornings?

Why does sleep never come
On certain nights?

The lives that disappear
One by one from our lives—

Why do they remain strangers
Even among the things we know?

Just when a hand rises
To rest upon the forehead,
The furrows of thought unfold,

And yesterday’s bloodshed
Floats back
Before our eyes.

Sorrow seems to crawl,
Slowly, across the ground.

Sorrow seems to crawl,
Slowly, across the ground.

Chapainawabganj, Bangladesh
17/09/2026

Md. Mahbubul Alam is from Bangladesh. His writer name is Mahbub John in Bangladesh. He is a Senior Teacher (English) of Harimohan Government High School, Chapainawabganj, Bangladesh. Chapainawabganj is a district town of Bangladesh. He is an MA in English Literature from Rajshahi College under National University. He has published three books of poems in Bangla. He writes mainly poems but other branches of literature such as prose, article, essay etc. also have been published in national and local newspapers, magazines, little magazines. He has achieved three times the Best Teacher Certificate and Crest in National Education Week in the District Wise Competition in Chapainawabganj District. He has gained many literary awards from home and abroad. His English writings have been published in Synchronized Chaos for seven years.

Once when he was in grade ten in 1990, his Bangla letter was selected as the best one from Deutsche Welle, Germany Radio that broadcast Bangla news for the Banglalee people. And he was given 50 Dutch Mark as his award. They would ask letters from the listeners to the news in Bangla and select one letter for the best one in every month.     

From 17 to 30 September, in 2018 he received a higher training in teaching English language in Kasetsart University of Thailand for secondary level students through a government order from education ministry. 

On 06 November 2015 he achieved Amjad Ali Mondal Medal for his contribution in education field by a development organization in the conference and felicitation function for the honorable personalities at Rajshahi College Auditorium. 

On 30 December 2017 from West Bengal in India he was declared a ‘Literary Charioteer’ in Bangobandhu Literary and World Bango Conference and they awarded him with a Gold Medal in their International Literary Conference and Prize Giving Ceremony.

In 2018, he achieved Prodipto Lirerary Award in Prodipto Literary Conference at Kesorhat, Rajshahi for poems in Bangla literature. He received honorary crest from the administration of Chapainawabganj District Literary Conference and Cultural Function in 2021 and 2022 consecutively. 

His poems have been published in many international online magazines such as Juntos Por las L Raven Cage Zine, and Area Felix.  His poems have been translated and published in Argentine and Serbian, and he participated in many international online cultural meetings.