I Once Wondered
What is your meaning, life?
I’m a forge,- it answered,
And you’re my steel for rifle.
But I don’t want to kill,
I’ll never be cause,
Don’t temper me, please,
For the sake of wars.
Turn me into Morality,
I’ll not bow to the golden calf.
Make me Humanity
And to all people cut.
Life finally said: Rejoice!
Work on Future, I give you a choice.
Nigar Nurulla Khalilova is a poet, novelist, translator from Azerbaijan, currently in the Kingdom of Saudi Arabia. Member of Azerbaijan Writers Union. Graduated from Azerbaijan Medical university. Holds Ph,D Degree.
Tombstone
Tell me what should I compose
My pen is paralyzed
My garden turns into wasteland
My brain is fully unprofessional
The Nature is disorder
The environment is disturbed
The tree of loneliness is increasing
Absence lives in presence
Nobody can hear the heartbeat of air
I am without me
I am alone
Everyone is alone
The earth is alone
Birds do not dream
Dream has no existence
Flowers sleep outside the sight of butterflies
The butterflies burnt their flute
The cowboys don’t play flute
My spring has lost it's beauty
Beauty doesn't smile
The children have lost their silver moon
The moon doesn’t compose poems on the sky
The sky doesn't sing the song of humanity
Humanity doesn’t give water to the grasses
Grasses don’t walk on the roads
The roads are without passersby
One fears another
Shadow fears shadow
Life flies far away
History weeps behind civilization
The pregnant darkness plays with darkness
The funeral of spirituality has ended
The houses become hospitals
The world is a graveyard
Writing is a Tombstone
Oh The Lord of the universe
I am your
We are your
Pardon us and save us.
Life
In the years
I've been traveling uphill.
and savored
every situation
like a fruit.
I have tried lemon
bitterly
that I even arrived
To get accustomed
I have lived
situations
gentle
like lime
the temptation of
strawberries and sweet
cherries
gladly.
The eaten kiwi
with a mix of flavors and
situations.
I have eaten salad
fruit
without tasting
the taste of nothing.
Today at this age
I select what i want to eat
And I enjoy every moment.
I'm coming
to the top of my life
and I will take my best
memories
Mirta Liliana Ramírez has been a poet and writer since she was 12 years old. She has been a Cultural Manager for more than 35 years. Creator and Director of the Groups of Writers and Artists: Together for the Letters, Artescritores, MultiArt, JPL world youth, Together for the letters Uzbekistan 1 and 2. She firmly defends that culture is the key to unite all the countries of the world. She works only with his own, free and integrating projects at a world cultural level. She has created the Cultural Movement with Rastrillaje Cultural and Forming the New Cultural Belts at the local level and also from Argentina to the world.
What's Going On
Every traveler's journey is over
He turned back, Spring came,
Frustration is over.
The fragrance of the narcissus came,
What happens if you come too!
In every space there is a you
You are the only one in my dream.
Justice "Magic Wand" Him to me, me to him
What happens if you meet!
The words of this love,
Love of lovers,
Do not write in books,
Let it live in hearts,
What happens if you know this!
O God, hear me
The color of my rose face fades!
Slowly the joy goes,
The heart is filled with sadness,
What happens if you have mercy!
Elmaya Jabbarova - was born in Azerbaijan. She is poet, writer, reciter, 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.
Terrible Summer
In the heat of a terrible summer's day,
The sun blazes with unrelenting sway.
Sweat-soaked shirts cling to weary backs,
As temperatures rise on endless tracks.
Parched landscapes gasp for a drop of rain,
While nature wilts in the scorching pain.
The air is thick with a stifling heat,
No relief found in shade or retreat.
Oh, how the sun in its cruel delight,
Seems to stretch the day into endless night.
The once lively songs of birds are still,
As the heat suffocates with its sweltering will.
Don Bormon is a student of grade nine in Harimohan Government High School, Chapainawabganj, Bangladesh.
The Tragedy of Gaza
In Gaza's tragedy, a tale unfolds,
Of broken dreams and stories untold.
Where children's laughter mingles with fear,
And sorrow's shadow stays near.
In destroyed streets, hearts ache and mourn,
Yet from the ashes, resilience is born.
In Gaza's situation, a request for peace,
May hope's gentle whispers never cease.
Wazed Abdullah is a student of grade nine in Harimohan Government High School, Chapainawabganj, Bangladesh.
Waltz of Electrons
In the realm of circuits and code,
Where electrons dance, secrets unfold.
Technology, our modern muse,
Weaves dreams in lines of binary hues.
Science, the seeker of truth profound,
Observes the cosmos, its mysteries unbound.
Through telescopic eyes, it peers afar,
Unraveling galaxies, each distant star.
Together they waltz, hand in hand,
In laboratories and cyberspace land.
Science whispers equations to the wind,
While Technology builds bridges to begin.
From silicon valleys to particle streams,
They birth innovations, like celestial beams.
Quantum leaps and bytes of insight,
They illuminate our world, day and night.
So raise a glass to this harmonious pair,
For they propel us forward, beyond compare.
In the symphony of progress, they play their part,
Technology and Science—a dance of heart.
Muntasir Mamun Kiron is a student of grade 10 in Harimohan Government High School, Chapainawabganj, Bangladesh.
