Poetry from Wazed Abdullah

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Wazed Abdullah

My green country in Monsoon’s lap

Monsoon clouds gather, dark and deep,

Rivers swell, their secrets to keep.

Paddy fields dance in the pouring rain,

Life awakens, free from pain.

Children splash in puddles wide,

Nature’s bounty, a vibrant tide.

In every drop, a story flows,

Bangladesh breathes as the monsoon grows.

Wazed Abdullah is a student in grade nine at Harimohan Government High School, Chapainawabganj, Bangladesh.

Poetry from Don Bormon

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Don Bormon

Autumn

Autumn is a season of natural beauty

It comes after rainy season

Autumn is the third season of the nature

This is the season of flowers

This time clouds blow like cotton

Which creates a nice season

This time the wind blow gently

This wind also blows my mind

The river side fulfil with white flowers

This makes the nature look clean

We are always thankful to the Creator

For various types of seasons.

Don Bormon is a student of grade nine in Harimohan Government High School, Chapainawabganj, Bangladesh.

Poetry from Elmaya Jabbarova

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Elmaya Jabbarova

Healing

A noble heart for charity,

There is no malice or anger in him,

He always prays, holds good wishes,

Bitter words and hatred stay away from him.

The healing of ailments is from God,

A doctor on earth is one of the doctors,

Sometimes it’s for mysterious, magical reasons,

Miracles happen every day in the world.

A salve is a single word, a compassionate look

The ice melts, it rains heavily,

The artist’s brush makes a thousand patterns,

Wounds heal every day in the world.

May the dove of peace fly,

Let him erase the word War,

Have mercy on the stony hearts,

Let life go on every day in the world!

Elmaya Jabbarova was born in Azerbaijan. She is a poet, writer, reciter, and translator. Her poems were published in the regional newspapers «Sharginsesi», «Ziya», «Hekari», literary collections «Turan», «Karabakh is Azerbaijan!», «Zafar», «Buta», foreign Anthologies «Silk Road Arabian Nights», «Nano poem for Africa», «JuntosporlasLetras 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 Nosirova Gavhar

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The wall

…. As the night turned to darkness, when we were about to close the restaurant, a beautiful woman with a long hair, wearing a beautiful dress, with red blood running down her face came in:

– Please don’t close the restaurant for another half hour, she asked.

– Okay, madam. Do you have a guest? What do you order?

– Yes. Set a table for two. Let there be wine next to it.

– Well, now we will prepare a romantic table for you.

As time passed, there was no sign of her boyfriend. It was already time to close the restaurant. As I approached the woman, she was drinking only wine and not eating anything.

– Madam, is your guest coming?

– He won’t come anymore.

– I didn’t understand. Why?

– A year ago, I could not tell him about my inner feelings. We were just friends. When I met him, I noticed that he was staring at me for a long time, but I did not say anything until he opened his mouth, but I turned my attention to the other side.

The day I decided to admit it all, I couldn’t find him. He went somewhere without telling me. This restaurant was the first place where we met.

The woman put her head on the table and continued to drink wine. Since loneliness overshadowed her, she fell into the bottom of her heart and talked to herself, she was trying to destroy the wall she had created from the inside…

Basket

Five years ago, the basket in which she left her child was standing on the house net, and now the woman could not do anything other than to smell the child’s smell.

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», «Juntosporlasletras» of Argentina, «2DSA Global Community». Winner of the «Korablznaniy» and «TalentyRossii» 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, «KayvaKishor», «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 Mahbub Alam

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Mahbub Alam

A Trip

Life is a trip

Not to spend in a certain place

Life is a journey

Not to be suffocated in this same way

Life is an experience

Automatically with the time collected

As the water absorbed by the sun in the fields

In the different places of the earth

Like the meteors in the sky

This journey never stops

And a production of many things

With the wheels moving of the machines

Varieties of tastes – pungent, sweet and sour

Make our hearts rising and falling

In a stormy and moderate weather

Ah! A trip is my dream to reach you my goal

I feel my love in my body and soul

Flying from the known to the unknown world

Moulds our thoughts so high in the starry air.

Chapainawabganj, Bangladesh

28 September, 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 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.

Poetry from Graciela Noemi Villaverde

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Peace

Silence falls like a soft blanket,

on the thirsty, exhausted earth,

a river of calm, that flows without pause,

erasing the echo of the savage war.

The clouds, white doves in flight,

draw a serene canvas in the sky,

where the sun, a master of fire,

paints a new world with light.

The wind whispers a sweet melody,

to the leaves that dance in harmony,

a chorus of life, that sings without noise,

in a garden where peace

blooms and multiplies.

And in the heart, an oasis of calm,

where hope sprouts, like a flower in spring,

a promise of the future, without drama,

a song of peace, that resonates forever.

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 of poetry, awarded several times worldwide. She works as the World Manager of Educational and Social Projects of the Hispanic World Union of Writers and is the UHE World Honorary President of the same institution Activa de la Sade, Argentine Society of Writers. She is the Commissioner of Honor in the executive cabinet IN THE EDUCATIONAL AND SOCIAL RELATIONS DIVISION, of the UNACCC SOUTH AMERICA ARGENTINA CHAPTER.

Poetry from Maja Milojkovic

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Maja Milojkovic

Happiness

Happiness is not a destination, but a journey.

In every moment, even in the smallest things,

there lies a reason to smile.

Life is a beauty revealed

when we stop chasing perfection

and start appreciating the present.

Let every new day remind you

that you are the creator of your own happiness.

Maja Milojković was born in 1975 in Zaječar, Serbia. She is a person to whom from an early age, Leonardo da Vinci’s statement “Painting is poetry that can be seen, and poetry is painting that can be heard” is circulating through the blood. That’s why she started to use feathers and a brush and began to reveal the world and herself to them. As a poet, she is represented in numerous domestic and foreign literary newspapers, anthologies and electronic media, and some of her poems can be found on YouTube. Many of her poems have been translated into English, Hungarian, Bengali and Bulgarian due to the need of foreign readers. She is the recipient of many international awards. “Trees of Desire” is her second collection of poems in preparation, which is preceded by the book of poems “Moon Circle”. She is a member of the International Society of Writers and Artists “Mountain Views” in Montenegro, and she also is a member of the Poetry club “Area Felix” in Serbia.