Poetry from Nosirova Gavhar

Central Asian teen girl with straight dark long hair, brown eyes, a blue collared shirt and her head in her hand.
Nosirova Gavhar

The fury of winter stirs,
It's snowing, white snow
The wind increases to blow,
Frost is coming in a hurry.

Filling the earth and sky
This soft snow is scattered.
The tree bowed its head,
Strange snow spread.

On the face of the long corridor
Bent trees,
On the stooping branch,
Birds twitter.

It shakes in a row,
Quiet wind branches,
Snowflake hits,
Stroke the faces.

Caressed by the soft wind,
Laughing in a circle
In the winter air,
It's fun to spend time.

Nosirova Gavhar was born on August 16, 2000 in the city of Shahrisabz, Kashkadarya region of Uzbekistan. Today, she is a third-year student of the Faculty of Philology of the Samarkand State University of Uzbekistan. Being a lover of literature, she is engaged in writing stories and poems. Her creative works have been published in Uzbek and English. 

In addition, she is a member of «All India Council for Development of Technical Skills», «Juntos por las letras» of Argentina, «2DSA Global Community». Winner of the «Korabl znaniy» and «Talenty Rossii» contests, holder of the international C1 level in the Russian language, Global Education ambassador of Wisdom University and global coordinator of the Iqra Foundation in Uzbekistan. «Magic pen holders» talented young group of Uzbekistan, «Kayva Kishor», «Friendship of people», «Raven Cage», «The Daily Global Nation», Argentina;s «Multi Art-6», Kenya's «Serenity: A compilation of art and literature by women» contains creative works in the magazine and anthology of poets and writers.

Poetry from Muntasir Mamun Kiron

Young South Asian preteen boy in a white shirt school uniform and with short brown hair.
Muntasir Mamun Kiron
The Best Language Bangla

In the land of rivers wide and green,
Where history's tapestry is woven unseen,
There lies a tongue, melodious and sweet,
That echoes through the ages, a heartbeat.

Bangla, the language of passion and fire,
Whispers of freedom, soaring higher,
In its syllables, tales of courage untold,
In its verses, dreams of old.

From the banks of Padma to the hills afar,
Bangla's essence, like a guiding star,
Unites the hearts, in love and in song,
A melody that's ancient, yet ever strong.

With every word, a story unfurls,
Of triumphs, struggles, and pearls,
A language of poets, thinkers, and seers,
Echoing through time, conquering fears.

Oh Bangla, in your rhythms, we find,
A symphony of the heart and mind,
In your letters, a nation's pride,
Forever in you, our spirits abide.

Muntasir Mamun Kiron is a student of grade 10 in Harimohan Government High School, Chapainawabganj, Bangladesh.

Poetry from Faleeha Hassan

Young Central Asian woman with a green headscarf and a dark colored blouse and brown hair and eyes.
Faleeha Hassan
The Wagon

So Like a man inured to failure,
We climbed aboard the wagon,
And The driver, only the driver,

Began to listen as the cadence of our deprivation

—Thud. . .. Clunk. . . and so on-
-Infiltrated the wagon’s pores,
Starting with that first dirt road.
Our lives’ parasols disappointed us
When we shared sorrows
Without fancy titles,

while Reaping lethargy and frustration.
It wasn’t only the driver, or The horse, or Our heads

That looked meager;
The wagon’s outlook did too.

Translated by William M. Hutchins

She is a poet, teacher, editor, writer, and playwright born in Najaf, Iraq, in 1967, who now lives in the United States. Faleeha was the first woman to write poetry for children in Iraq.

She received her master's degree in Arabic literature, and has now published 26 books, her poems have been translated into English, Turkmen, Bosnian, Indian, French, Italian, German, Kurdish, Spain, Korean, Greek, Serbia, Albanian, Pakistani, Romanian, Malayalam, Chinese, ODIA, Nepali and Macedonian language. She is the Pulitzer Prize Nomination 2018, PushCart Prize Nomination 2019.
Member of International Writers and Artists Association.

Winner of the Women of Excellence Inspiration award from SJ magazine 2020, Winner of the Grand Jury Award (the Sahitto International Award for Literature 2021) 

One of the Women of Excellence selection committees 2023

Winner of Women In the Arts Award 2023
Member of Who's Who in America 2023
Cultural Ambassador - Iraq, USA
Email : d.fh88@yahoo.com

Poetry from Mahbubul Alam

Middle aged South Asian man with reading glasses, short dark hair, and an orange and green and white collared shirt. He's standing in front of a lake with bushes and grass in the background.
Mahbub Alam
On the Sights

All must not be outer sights
Some hidden in mind
Lay before us vivid
By closing the eyes
We like to look before
Like to look after
What is driven by us today
Represents tomorrow reflecting another way 
Recollection is pathos or happiness 
It's like a mirror to make the future better
In this glorious world of thought
We always try to overcome the problems
Like swimming under water to cross the border
This way or that ---- 
The stars over head always guarding us
Guarding from back to the front
I think today for you 
You think tomorrow for me
The roses are blooming
The love sights awakens us the sense of growth
The sea-beaches, the hillsides, the tea gardens
Like the different culture of the world
They are talking something hidden 
That we understand or not.

Chapainawabganj, Bangladesh,
14 January, 2024.

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 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 being published in an International Online Magazine - Synchronized Chaos from America for seven years. 

Poetry from Elmaya Jabbarova

White woman with long black hair and a black blouse with flowers on it.
Elmaya Jabbarova
Eternal Love 

You probably remember on a rainy day, 
Our paths crossed for the first time. 
Raindrops soaked us,
Our love started from that day! 

We used to meet on that street every day. 
There would be no anger, no sadness, 
We thought that fate, our luck, 
Smile at us, eternal love! 

What happened in between remains a mystery. 
Who said what, took the blame, 
Doubt and fear struck our loving hearts, 
Alas, eternal love is damaged! 

We met again on that street, 
At that time, at that promise, 
The eyes are looking at the ground, in sadness, 
See, eternal love did not endure! 

We parted in the age of insatiable youth, 
We wrote a new epic in the garden of love, 
He lives in a dream, in a floating mirage, 
Eternal love that enchants us!

Elmaya Jabbarova was born in Azerbaijan. She is a poet, writer, reciter, and 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.

Poetry from Graciela Noemi Villaverde

Young light skinned middle aged woman with long reddish hair, reading glasses, and a pink shirt.
Graciela Noemi Villaverde
The heat rushes me towards the summer... 
There is an impious thirst in me for what is coming 
Life begins to be me 
a mix of fierce freedom 
and fierce mistrust
A late tangle of reflections
will convert all creatures 
in small transitory gods ..

And when we finally worship them fiction will begin, 
How did it happen to the Greeks? 
If there is pain, our hope is consumed 
and gives life to the homeless 
Happiness has nothing, 
It's just the song of a soul in love 
Where eternity is today 
And I will know nothing then from those days... 
when your laugh 
It echoed in the corners of my loneliness.

GRACIELA NOEMI VILLAVERDE is a poet from Concepción del Uruguay (Entre Rios) Argentina, based in Buenos Aires. She graduated in letters, author of seven books of poetry. that were awarded several times worldwide. She works as the World Manager of Educational and Social Projects of the Hispanic World Union of Writers and the UHE World Honorary President of the same Institution Activa de la Sade, Argentine Society of Writers. She is a Commissioner of Honor in the executive cabinet in the educational and social relations division of the UNACCC South America's Argentina Chapter.