কলমেঃ জাসমিনা খাতুন দীর্ঘ বেণী ছোট করার আগে, চোখে পড়লো চোরা ব্যঙ্গের চাউনি, উপেক্ষা করলো সে, ঠান্ডা বাতাসে নিল বুক ভরে। কতদিন খোলা আকাশে ছিল না এমন স্নিগ্ধতা, বন্দিশালার ভেতর
Fadwa Attia (Egypt) The earth is green That’s my tree, I love it, that green plant, I sit on it And draw memories of when I draw on the ground
An old book Laden with dust On the forgotten shelf. Where is the best place To look for signs of life In the Universe? Many questions Left unanswered, Perhaps because
Til Kumari Sharma (Nepal) The nature is the supreme source of the life. Her youth always seems young. She is never old. She is the life giving source to all
Rifat Ismaili (Albania – Italy) I have returned to the wonders of the past Walking softly through the forests of memory. Memories and rains are born from within me, And
The snowdrop had a dream: “The snowdrop opened its bud…”. It had been hiding all winter, Patiently waiting for spring. The snow began to melt a little, Its ray woke
Carl Scharwath (USA) The door within the wall, Optical symbols in shadows cast, Poetry of liquid words, In a dance of whispered sighs. Through that portal, we discern, Small pictures
Dr. Arch. Framca Colozo (Italy) When I will die, dress me in red To celebrate the joy of my crossing over. Jasmine flowers in my long hair To meet woodland
Kujtim Hajdari (Albania) Tonight, the sky feels heavy, As if it is burdened with dark blue, Upon my weary body that aches, Upon my eyes, dissolved on a map. I
Sibela Bala (Albania) The beautiful days of spring are slowly coming The field is taking on a golden green The mountain is filling with various flowers on the side of
