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POEM OF MANKIND

 

 

POEM OF MANKIND ..

 Dr. Ashok Kumar 

 

The whole wonderful world is full of miracles, competition and jealousy 

Let's maintain relationships with nature for the purpose of divine ecstasy 

She always makes us rich never takes anything from us for its true beauty 

She uplift, inspire us for real peace and prosperity 

 

She's true poem of mankind ,treat her the way we would like to be treated in lovely life 

She's our faithful friend like a medicine helps to be far away from stress and strife 

I'm the poet of nature , you would be the poet of nature, this poetry will be for mankind and their prosperity 

I love her and never want to lose her for humanity 

 

 

 

 

Bio of Dr. Ashok Kumar 

Dr. Ashok Kumar is an international bilingual poet from India. His philosophical, spiritual and mystical poems are published and translated into various languages like Urdu, Spanish , German, French etc. He has masters in three subjects English literature, Political science , Education. He did his B.Ed from CCS university Meerut with first division. He got his honorary doctorate from Africa, Nigeria and other countries. He's working as a principal in an institution of india ( Bharat). He is an International Peace Activist . He's an environmentalist who loves nature too much .

HE IS AN AMBASSADOR OF IFCH MOROCCO AFRICA POET OF BIRLAND, MEMBER OF INTERNATIONAL HUMAN RIGHTS.

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কবিতা - পাগলের ডায়েরি

পাগলের ডায়েরি

আবদুস সালাম

 

 দুখের আজ বড্ড অসুখ 

বেজে চলেছে ফুল্লরার বারমাস্যার ক্যাসেট

দুখের ছবি সাঁটানো আছে কপালে

বিজ্ঞ লোকেরা সেই ছবি পড়ে আর মিচকি হাসে

 

বুঝে আসে না অসুখটা আমার না দুঃখের 

পাড়ার লোকেরা অবলীলায় বলে পাগল কেউ কেউ ছুঁড়ে মারে ঢিল--

 হি হি করে হাসে

আবার কাঁদি-- মাথা ভর্তি দগদগে অসুখ

 

 

পেটের কোণে পড়ে আছে লেড়ো বিস্কুট আর লিকার চা

গাছ তলায় বসে সারা দিন হাওয়া খাই 

গোঙানি মার্কা ভবিষ্যৎ উঁকি মারে

অবহেলার উনুনে সিদ্ধ হয় যন্ত্রণা

 

বাতাসে ভাসে বন্ধুদের মসকরা

মাথা গরম হলে খুলে ফেলি কাপড়

 শালার ছেলেদের দেখিরে বলে তেড়ে যায়

স্বেচ্ছায় সাজি পাগল 

চনমনে খিদে ,ঘামভেজা অস্থির অ্যালবাম আঁকে

 

হাভাতে সংসারে লিখি অসুখের ডায়েরি

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Poems

 

POEMS OF MARJETA SHATRO RRAPAJ

ALBANIA

 

Biblical Journey ...

 

Everyone feels a vague fear.

I do not know why he feels this way,

I do not know why despair overwhelms him

that no moment is shared.

I only know that winter has exhausted us,

Indeed we count his days

We can't wait for spring,

To bring us joy,

To make our hearts happy.

Will we reach this spring ?!

The great God only he knows,

If we will be saved

Or not by cataclysm

That has occupied us.

 

We Will Leave ...

 

We will flee from our bodies,

We will not live here anymore,

Dreams will be extinguished with us.

 

At the edge of the galaxy we will be waiting

Seeing the stars fade

Sinking into the dust of oblivion

Among the waste of time,

Accumulated by storms ...

 

 

 

Gradient

 

Shades of bright yarn kiss the earth gently,

And the glistening water reflects the sky.

We bend in front of the color panorama

And in my hands I hold the fragrance of the seasons.

The sun set the crown

They bought it by the sea.

Heart filled with divine will.

At the highest peak of the gods.

The wind plays with the hair,

On the lawn of outdoor sounds.

Waking up at dawn

To himself, always in search.

 

 

Otherwise This Spring ...

 

Spring has long been on the horizon

Of the virus in its substrates,

Sleeps in the warmth of a shaking hand

Or the twig of a mimosa that is always tempting.

People don't know what it takes,

To rush or isolate themselves,

To watch the Sun of Mars from the windows,

To love the vibrant spring air,

That thoughts sink into dreams,

For a rebirth of passion,

Knit it

Like bird nests raised on tree branches.

 

 

Void

 

Sad this evening,

Although a slight spring breeze blows.

Twilight brings with it the last of the shadows.

The roads are abandoned,

Everywhere void.

A song of solitude ringing in the spirit.

People with eyes on screens

Expect a light of hope.

 

 

 

Waiting

 

The soul burns

From the unspoken words,

The mind is upside down,

Seeks to restore order

Waiting for a muse to show him the way ...

 

Love you

 

Fog of sadness

It revolves around me

and haunt me

times gray clouds,

times white clouds.

Your absence is felt

Inside my eyes

that look that touches other heavens.

I miss your sweetness and your voice,

Except the bohemian sea

For many centuries the waves

Sings it to me.

In the mind every word is recorded,

To ring infinitely

I love you, I love you, I love you again and again!

 

 

 

Vision

 

Dreams of yore

He has forgotten them,

the new ones take me on a flight.

Run after them to get to them

I sigh from the craving

For bird feedings,

For buying groves on the rolling,

For the bright moon arc

Waiting for the sun to meet,

For myriad visions

That scratch the sky of my thought.

 

 

Without knocking

 

It enters my soul without knocking,

it wipes out my sadness and fragile longing,

it makes me smile, strong emotions

Feeling thrives, without shyness or worry.

Suddenly, he removes the winter from his eyes

And spring brings me so close,

You know how to light the sun inside me

To enlighten my soul forever.

 

 

 

Monotony

 

The days are repeated,

Cross the arc of light

On the horizon the nights too,

The arc of the stars

Similar to those

Crossing the scorpions of time.

The same thing is repeated

In all the languages of the world

In different seasons,

But noisy order,

Except moments happen once

Touch him with a breath

To lose routine life again.

 

 

 

Words

 

As the sun lifts the veil of darkness,

The soft, soft hands of love

Dispel thoughts of all malice,

Erase the black clouds from the sky of the future,

To be complete, all enlightenment

Of sweet words of the holy spirit

Wasting away the emptiness.

They often become wandering, without address

Burning at night, silent in memory

Of the closed eyelids

To bring clarity to the crystalline dawn

Flowed into our world, always like a waterfall.

 

 

 Metamorphosis

 

Silent,

Although we have much to say.

Thanks for the loneliness,

To wash away the mistakes we did not make.

tire,

With the quick judgment of the world.

We plunge into the sea of despair,

That we owe a lot to life.

Then we gather ourselves

That time passes without feeling.

And so we remain,

Innocent life culprits.

 

Flight

 

You fly free to heaven

And I follow your pilgrimage.

I'm not afraid of the far shores,

It is enough for me to be with you, my soul.

We both continue the flight

Towards heights without turning,

The fogs and the lightning do not scare us.

We touch life drunk and laugh with joy.

Our thoughts walk freely,

They are not afraid of the black clouds,

Neither empty days nor dark nights.

Happiness buds fill the beautiful dreams.

 

 

 

Come 

 

In the end

The many questions

ever

Of frequent breathing

Don't feel anymore ...

Something will have happened,

And if it does not appear

Isn't silence talking ...

And when the sea

The waves stop them

Crashing on the shore

for hours

Something will happen,

So don't ask

That life speaks for itself ...

But when in the corners of the eyes

you will see it withered

Tear drops

Something will happen,

So come, heal the wounds of the soul

We follow it beyond the spirit ...

 

Emotions

 

There is a time that we do not speak

We are haunted by the fog of words

After every meaning and subtext.

With the smile hidden,

The deep waters of tearful eyes,

With desires born again of sinful love,

In excess of invisible circles

Of one's own boundaries,

Covered with the mystery thesis,

Expect the next day otherwise,

With spooky emotions.

 

 

You Touch My Silence

 

The thinnest filament penetrated into the vein... 

Even through a single word

Somewhere in the image displayed behind a cloud

Troubled by the coming autumn wind

Painted the colors of the season

Footprint pen

The red feeling crunchy.

 

 

Biography

Marjeta Shatro - Rrapaj (Albania) Marjeta Rrapaj was born on 15.12.1974 in Gjirokastra and grew up in a family with traditions. She is one of the contemporary Albanian poets. Rrapaj studied literature at the University of Gjirokastra and defended the French language at the University of Tirana. She is the author of 9 volumes of poetry. 2 poetic volumes published in France in French. 1 poetic volume published in English and Spanish and the latest volume published in 5 languages: Albanian, English, French, Italian, German. Her poems are a mixture of imagination with reality. In 2019 she receives the Alphonso G. Newcomer Poetry Train award U.S.A. and Canada for the poetic volume Vesta and the first price in Festival of Poetry in Bulgaria.

 

Editions 

* In the sea of my eyes, Milosao Publishing 2016

 * Migration with twilight, Milosao Publishing 2017 

* Flickering seagulls, Milosao Publishing 2017 

* To be ever God's smile Lulu.com 24.05.2018

 * Nerthus, Geer Publishing 2018 

* Nerthus Edilivre Publishing17.07.2019 

* Vesta, Lulu.com.18.09.2019 

* Hestia, Edilivre Publishing 26.09.2019 

* Far from illusions Made in the USA Columbia, SC in 5 languages 26mars 2020 

*Marevita 27july 2024 LSHK Kosovo

 

Translations

 * Espalier with the wind, Geer Publishing 2020

 * Poems by Abdelghani Rahmani Amazon.com 2020 

* Poetic Melodies, Yayati Madan G Gandhi Groupe of Publication 16.06.2020 

* Murmure d'un autre monde by Agron Shele AAbs Publishing house 2020 

* Murmures fugaces by Muhammad Azram Amazon.com 2021 

*Of a meeting to the other by Abdelghani Rahmani Amazon.com 2021

 *Lettres de silence by Fernando Alonso Barahona Amazon.com 2021

 *The return of Prometheus by Agim Desku Amazon.com 2021

 *The indifferent fate by Jernail Anand

 

Only for love …

 

All colors sleep inside the eyes,

according to the seasons, according to the days

thoughts and feelings,

except the night awakens colorful dreams,

when the stars bathe in the darkness of insomnia

and sorrow spreads to heaven

over the clouds of nostalgia

who get ready to cry

in overcoming oneself

with the tears of the soul

that the fiery sun may shine by day

inside the blue waters,

only for love …

 

 

Aftertime

 

The past walks with me

silent,

without saying a word

with the torn scarf of recent times

the streets of my city.

 

Abstract ...

 

Between the perceptible

and incomprehensible

Plato asserted the third sphere

of the meeting of airy spirits

through sharp gaze, penetrating eyes

penetration inside the rays,

in the invisible depths,

as light within a prism,

which turned him oversaturated

of who gives as much as he receives

to maintain balance,

of the perfect archetype

within the imperfect,

where virtue within the spirit

unifies the One

inside the sky that sees with thousands of eyes ...

 

Absurdity ...

 

In this absurd world

we prove the temporary character,

in search of our path

with loss of naivety,

when we reach the end of reason, failure

with the illusion of saving everything,

we preach it to hide nothing,

in the impossibility of recognition,

where emptiness is depressing reality

with the vain temptation of worthless persistence

of the mind tired of failures

of blood mixture of judgment

with self-underestimation e

worship of necessary change

at the final moment of the closing of an exhausting period.

 

For personal interest ...

 

In the splendor of the cult of comfort,

we are always seen in the mirror of consciousness

with magnetic gaze like sunlight

with the supremacy of cynicism of thought,

where feelings traverse space

with the force of rare passion organization,

heavenly and meaningless as true love,

pa peripecira, pa dredhira,

with seductive thoughts,

with inherent intentions,

without the proverbial expression

without the sensational greed,

only for personal interest ...

 

Marjeta Shatro Rrapaj

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Poem - Vibrant Life

Vibrant Life

Dr. Kang, Byeong-Cheol 

South Korea 

 

The river is wide and narrow and long,

Along its banks, nature's varied song.

Dense forests thrive, where shadows play,

And desolate lands in quiet lay.

 

Birds soar above, on wings so free,

Fish swim below, where we can't see.

In seen and hidden, life does strive,

Each creature here is so alive.

 

What a living, this river grand,

A bustling world on water and land.

From dawn to dusk, life does unfold,

A timeless tale forever told.

 

 

 

প্রাণবন্ত জীবন

ড. কাং, বায়ং-চেওল (দক্ষিণ কোরিয়া)

অনুবাদক: মোঃ ইজাজ আহামেদ (ভারত)

 

 নদী প্রশস্ত এবং সংকীর্ণ এবং দীর্ঘ,

 তার তীরে প্রকৃতির বৈচিত্র্যময় কাব্য।

 ঘন অরণ্য বেড়ে ওঠে, যেখানে ছায়া খেলে,

 আর নির্জন ভূমিরা শান্তিতে শুইয়ে ফেলে

 

 পাখিরা উড়ে যায় উপরে, এত মুক্তি ডানাতে,

 নীচে মাছ সাঁতার কাটে, যেখানে আমরা পাই না দেখতে,

 দেখা এবং গোপনে, জীবন সংগ্রাম করে,

  প্রতিটি প্রাণী এত জীবন্ত এখানে।

 

 কী জীবন, বিশাল এই নদী,

 জল এবং স্থলে একটি ব্যস্তবাগীশ পৃথিবী।

 ভোর থেকে সন্ধ্যা পর্যন্ত জীবন উন্মোচিত হয়,

একটি নিরন্তর গল্প চিরকাল বলা হয়।

 

 

 

*এই কবিতাটি ইংরেজি থেকে বাংলায় অনুবাদ করা হয়েছে মোঃ ইজাজ আহামেদ-এর দ্বারা অরঙ্গাবাদ, মুর্শিদাবাদ, পশ্চিমবঙ্গ, ভারত থেকে।

(This poem has been translated into Bengali from English by Md Ejaj Ahamed from Aurangabad, Murshidabad, West Bengal, India)

০৯:৪১ এএম, ৫ আগস্ট ২০২৪ সোমবার

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Poem - Oak Leaf

Oak Leaf

Delo Isufi, 

Albania

 

This old oak brings back memories,

And I longingly look at it again as before,

What trouble has it left in my heart,

What secret does it keeps and never open its mouth!?

 

Under its shadow, on the golden leaves,

We read verses and knit poems,

Our eyes spoke thousands of fiery words,

That day the whole forest envied us.

 

Unwittingly I hid a leaf in my chest,

She did not speak and laughed with all her heart,

Five of these I found when I went home,

But I don't know what happened to them, they lost me one day.

 

Yesterday for my birthday I received a letter,

An oak leaf was inside it,

How longing the old memory stirred me,

And I took the road to find Her.

 

 

 

About the Poet:

Delo Isufi, was born in Vlora on July 15, 1944. He has lived in Tirana since 1953. After graduating from high school, from 1962-1966 he completed his studies at the Higher Aviation Academy, where he graduated as a Fighter Pilot. He was appointed a lecturer at the Academy. He then completed his studies, specializing in the Republic of China for supersonic aircrafts. As a pilot, he flew in all weather conditions, at night and in difficult meteorological conditions for 26 years, with high duties and the rank of Colonel (from 1966 to 1992). Being a pilot, in 1974 he completed his studies at the State University of Tirana, at the Faculty of Political and Legal Sciences, where he graduated as a Lawyer. From 2002 to 2006 he was a Lawyer of the General Advocacy of the State, and finally a General Advocate of the Albanian State.

 

He has published eleven books of this nine books of poetry, one Novel, one book of translation, Indian Poems

The books

 

"Magic of the eyes" 1978,

"Flowers of the heart" 2003,

"When the moon gets washed" 2006,

"I feel while leaving" (novel) 2008,

"Torn Dream" 2012,

"Booked Table" 2016,

"The Girl of the Blackberries" 2019.

White Fog, Indian poems, 2021

"Eh, This Muse" 2023

"Moon Play With Me" 2023

"Four Long Poems" 2023

as well as many cycles of poetry, Albanian Translations. Meanwhile also editor of some Poetry books etc. He knows several foreign languages. He has been working as a lawyer since 1992.

 

 

 

 

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Poem - The Greatest Woman

 

The Greatest Woman

Dr. Aziz Moutassir 

 

In the heart of shadows, where hatred thrived,

A light emerged, so pure and bright.

She taught us love when we despised,

Guiding us through the darkest night.

 

With tender words and patient grace,

She sowed the seeds of hope and peace.

In every heart, she found a place,

Where love could bloom and hatred cease.

 

Her wisdom shone like morning's dawn,

Dispelling fear, dissolving spite.

Through her, we learned that we belong

To a world of love, serene and right.

 

The greatest woman, strong and kind,

Showed us the path to harmony.

In her embrace, we left behind

The chains of hate, and found we're free.

 

So here's to her, the guiding star,

Who taught us how to rise above.

The greatest woman, near or far,

Who taught us hate is slain by love.

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ESSAY -THE FATE OF BOOKS AND LITERATURE IN THE PRESENT DAY AND TIMES TO COME

MIMOZA AGASTRA - ALBANIA 

 

Mimoza Agastra was born in 1974, in Kruja - Albania. Her childhood has gone through interpretations and commitments in directing children's shows. She has completed his studies at the Faculty of Social Sciences, branch of Social Work. After completing her studies she worked at the special school "The Sun", as a social worker. She then completed two-year postgraduate studies in the Library, to be employed later at the Catholic University "Our Lady of Good Counsel", as head of this library, where she has not resumed with further specializations in this field. 

 

In recent years she has invested her talent as an actress in theatre, but also as a moderator for various children's and adults' shows, on different radio. Through its platform Voice Of Dreams and Voice angels, it promotes on Youtube, Facebook, Instagram and Linkedin, various authors performing poems or fairy tales and offering them in the form of videos and animations, but passion the truth is the art of writing and creation. It has been dealt with literary analysis, reviews, estee, stories, novels and novels. Some of its prefaces adorn books by various Albanian authors. She is also published in literary anthology with various poets, "Trace Penash" No. 1, 2, prepared by Rifat Ismaili.

 

She is the author of the children's fairy tale book "The Princess and the Caterpillar," published in November 2023, by Fast Print.

 

She successfully praises the field of small and adult prose, the estee of various studies.

 

The novel " Air, Sun, Moon" is the author's second book. Soon in her projects are many books for children and adults in the genre of prose and thesis.

 

 

THE FATE OF BOOKS AND LITERATURE IN THE PRESENT DAY AND TIMES TO COME

 

 

Have you ever tried living in a room without windows, where the sun never turns its cheek, where its warmth does not penetrate dark walls and where oxygen is gradually extinguished? It would be a slow and traumatic death, a death from despair, of loneliness, of fear, of love, of lack of light, of air, of water, of lack of contact with the world.

Such is the life without the Book, without its power.

When we were little, we were told that the book was your best friend. We already understand the importance of this expression that dates back in time, but which takes on uncontrollable value still today. 

How could life be without a good friend who is there for you to hear your grievances, your heart's happiness, is there to lift you up when you fall, is there to comfort you or laugh at you just like the feeling the book gives you when you read events? You enter the imagination, you see with your eyes and I think of everything in the book. 

It tastes emotion, laughs, cries, hates, loves, personifies, sees itself, parallels, criticizes, controls. Everything happens, turns into an informative or orientative compass. As you lose in it you have pondered the power of imagination, giving yourself the opportunity to enter a gate that opens the doors of dreams where you would not want anyone to take you out.

Don't you have this perception when you're in a peak moment of reading and someone distracts you? Under your voice, you know how much you hate that interruption of such a magical process, of contact with the unreal world, where the rules are set for itself, and lives free, without the shades of society or its prejudices.

This "Escape" so longed to allow only the book or otherwise the world of literature. 

Books are power. They have magical skills to help you see things differently, colorfully, with several perspectives, increasing flexibility in facing the reality around you. 

Their diversity makes us understand many of the problems of our daily problems, giving us inspirational models, models of heroes who challenge and many knowledge of different social topics.

A man who reads or has good access to the book has more confidence and confidence, because Knowledge is power, and such a man is easily acceptable in any social circle, as he carries with him not only the intellectual baggage but also the emotional arsenal. 

I say this because literature with its presence, with its acceptance in your daily life, is an asset for you, it is like a rare accessory that presents you with a worthiness to any frequenting circle.

In addition to the performance of some intellectual, emotional, social and psychological plans, which a person, friend of the book, he has also invested in his mental health. 

One of the benefits of reading is to increase memory through reading.

This has had a strong impact especially on disorders neurologically. 

Despite the typology of the book, studies show that the book lowers your stress levels, helps you relax, as it focuses you on distracting yourself from what you've become anxious about.

Have you ever noticed how it invites you to adventures, to action, to passion, to flirts, to strangers?

It inspires you to move to new dimensions, stimulates your creativity. 

You have noticed that as you are reading, you can predict the end of the novel, so you fire your imagination and give way to your thoughts.

So many benefits, why do you read so little? What's going on? Why was there more thirst for the book before? Was it the only bridge of communication and secure information? 

Did technological developments diminish the beauty of this magic? Did nature get bored with us that many of its trees were cut down for the paper production destination and prompted another form of reading such as that of iPad screens, smartphones, etc. 

The smell of the book, however, is characteristic of nostalgics lack, the sense of touch and marking impressive passages, you also lack.

You mean, you can even read the iPad on the iPad, you can even read at night in the room without having to turn on the lamp. Here's a technology advantage in this regard. In fact, scientifically, this is completely harmful. We come back to the assertion that nature protects and the hand of man kills. Nature gives away man. Nature gives us the opportunity to take it and use it carefully, while man gives us the opportunity to live in luxury at health costs. In simple judgment I would choose the paper format book and on a trip I would choose to listen to an audiobook, if I were lucky that the voice that accompanied me would be in sync with my emotional state. 

The diversity and varieties today are such that they allow you to access written information in different formats. It's you who chooses. Choose something that will make you feel, or something that it makes you look good, without taking into account any of the above factors mentioned.

I want to go back to the puzzle: Why was there more reading, discussing more, in groups raising opinions about the event of a book X, books were circulated with each other, libraries had more readers? Who had the longest reader's folder in book titles borrowed from the library?

What is the NNCD for today? What do they circulate with each other? What do they discuss when they meet in groups? Which character would they like to be? Don't you think this picture is sad? I am sure that the answers to the above questions if I were to do a survey would be the same and that would be pessimistic about the future of this phenomenon and society as a whole.

I heard a dialogue of teenagers who had nailed one of their peers who was currently reading a book because his mother somehow had been reading a book she had "forced" him to read for his own good and would receive a "reward", which psychology also recognizes as the theory of rewarding positive behavior.

Do you know how he was attacked when he confirmed this fact? Looser, Looser called him. That's the expression today for someone reading today. In the teenage minds, someone who reads is lost. Absurd! This is all but sad and scary, shocking even. If the family finds "rewarding forms" to educate reading, society bullies. What is the fate of this teenager? The same as the literature? Will this fate befall this society? Something must change in the pen of writing of each of us so that we can draw the young people back to us. Isn't it our mission to awareness, educate, to spread knowledge?

Together with simple things without too much philosophy, without too much cliché, we can grab their attention, with the desire to recover once more we give you the place that the fathers of literature gave him with such dignity. It's our time...

 

 

Prepared by Angela Kosta Executive Director of MIRIADE Magazine, Academic, journalist, writer, poet, essayist, literary critic, editor, translator

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ESSAY - WHAT HAPPENED TO PEACE AND HUMANITY?

ANGELA KOSTA - ITALY & ALBANIA 

 

WHAT HAPPENED TO PEACE AND HUMANITY?

 

The events of recent times present us with and bear clear witness to the catastrophic situation that is occupying our entire planet. Peoples are suffering atrocious suffering at the hands of those who govern badly and greedily, reopening wounds and interminable global misunderstandings. The earth silently sheds tears of blood together with those who would like to change something for the better, often raising their voices, as long as no one listens to them. Many would be ready for the radical change of everything that affects a better world, fighting with all their strength against those who hinder progress and development or against those who make them available for purposes of power, exploiting millions of people including many minors. There are very few who make themselves available to the defenseless. There is also a well-known overriding of situations that should be the main problems to be solved. No one allows or deigns to give space and voice to that worries us every moment. Injustices, relentless wars, conflicts, threats put the future of humanity at great risk and jeopardize it. Let's pause for a moment on the last word. We name mankind even though we know that no trace of human marrow remains on its trunk. Blood no longer flows in the veins of Peace. That word has lost its way. No one loves anyone anymore. Everyone is attentive and happy to run, whoever arrives first to undo what God has created, thus satisfying their sick ego, the consequence of all evils towards those who exonerate and contemplate only the Good. Every individual on this earth is aware that the salvation of nature and the planet depends on each one of Us. Every single living being has the task and must be dutiful to what he would justly and undoubtedly do justice to Him, the Almighty who placed at our disposal His perfection, His creations, His goodness of heart and all the infinite wonders of nature. Let's observe for a moment everything that surrounds us: we will have the confirmation that EVERYTHING is within reach of its creatures. We must also carefully observe our inadequacy, because this is what we have willed and transformed, this is what we have imposed in contrast to what our Creator would have wanted and still wants. No one can remain indifferent to this swarm that involves not only us present today, but also those who will be after us: the new generation. What awaits them from this filth of ours with which we have "colored" and "dressed" the world, causing the eyes to become muddy, so No one sees Anyone anymore. That is why we have become cold, insensitive to others. By now the Earth is sick and you don't need a scientist's thesis to know it. This appears and is evident in the light of day. Since our Earth is no healthier than God created it, we are all infected and not only by many pathological diseases but also by spiritual ones.  

Our karma coexists without indulgence, attributing only fame and appearance belonging to today's technology which, although evolving and good in growth, is still a detriment to society. Most people, including many young people, spend their time on social networks, almost no one reads the great poets, contemporary writers, there is little interest in art and culture. We have created a virtual world, where only falsehood and nothingness are viewed. In many groups on different platforms, magazines and online newspapers, "poets", "writers" and "artists" of all kinds appear, without any value, fading and taking away from those who deserve so much. All this leads to an irreparable harm to writing and not only that, as well as denigrating true contemporary literature in general. 

 

 

 

©️ Angela Kosta Executive Director by the magazine in paper MIRIADE, Academic writer, poet, essayist, literary critic, editor, translator, journalist

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STORY - THE TRAFFICKHER

NDUE DRAGUSHA - ALBANIA

 

 

Ndue Dragusha was born on September 29, 1953 in the village of Dragusha, on the outskirts of Lezha (Albania). Ndue finished his secondary education at the "Shejnaze Juka" school in the city of Shkodra and then graduated from the Institute of Education in the branches: Albanian Language - Literature and Lower Cycle, also in Shkodër. In addition to this, Dragusha also graduated in Tirana in Psychology. Ndue has worked as a teacher in all cycles of education in different places in the Lezha district. Since 1998 Ndue has been the Director of the newspaper "LISSABA", a literary-artistic newspaper, which has traveled around and off our continent. Ndue Dragusha started writing when she was in high school, where he was also very active in artistic and cultural activities. Ndue Dragusha is already one of the most accomplished intellectuals in the city and district of Lezha, who, within the scope of the above attributes, has for years formed the profile of a serious creator in the genre of poetry and prose. His poetry is so varied that it can be said to be one of the best in this collection: with realistic variations and motifs, metrical variables in verse, regular linguistic organization, sometimes according to our creative tradition, but also in contemporary forms, with which Ndue Dragusha has outlined what is called "authorial style". Ndue Dragusha has also been successful in the field of scientific prose, with a monograph and two biographies of prominent figures... So far, he has published several books.

 

 

 

THE TRAFFICKHER

 

I woke up that morning with a strange feeling. Everything seemed to want to talk to me. Inside me I felt an emotion, which I didn't know where it came from. I opened the TV and started watching the daytime press show. When the newspaper came out, to which I had sent some poems, my name was read to the young poets. I loved it. I didn't know I'd have this feeling when I heard my name in one of the newspapers of the day. I got ready and got out. All the passers-by, known and unknown, seemed to me to say, "Here is the girl who had published those beautiful poems in today's newspaper!"  

 

I moved to the place where newspapers were sold. I don't know, but the closer I got to the newsstand, the more my heart pounded. I started to feel worried about myself. I didn't understand anything, but my legs started to feel like they were getting numb. I waited until those in front of me left buying the newspaper and I spoke to Hope, the beautiful bride selling the newspapers, greeting her with a "Good morning!". She looked at me sweetly and said:

How well you wrote those poems. Well done! I really enjoyed reading them. I didn't know you wrote, but you wrote so well. Congratulations! I was handed a newspaper. 

 

I couldn't believe my ears. I reached out to the newspaper and took it trembling. I said "Thank you for the lovely words you said!" and walked away with the newspaper in hand, having paid the money. After I left a few feet, I couldn't stand and opened it. It was my portrait, poems and a note from the editorial about the values of poetry. I was very impressed by the comment. Did I really write so well? I had started it as a game with my emotions and now I am being surrounded by praise. 

 

I immediately opened my computer at home, printed the newspaper and put it on Facebook. First likes and comments began. My whole school companionship commented along with their pleasant "hiccups." The number of clicks was growing stormy. I was one by one person, who I didn't know, but who was the result of my friends on my page. His words were very kind, thoughtful and very professional. He was apologetic, because his social status at this time was very limited. He was in prison. "But thanks to new technology and understanding with the prison management, we own a mobile phone with which we connect to the beautiful world where she lives and such a wonderful poet! I greet you and wish you a great deal of success."

 

It got a lot of attention and emotion. I didn't know how to react. I kept quiet and continued to follow the other comments.  

Every day I started to throw new poems. Every day I feel more appreciated. Then the comments of the prison's friend continued. One day he sent me a request for friendship. I looked at his status intently, but everything was normal. There were pictures of prison life, from civil life outside prison, with family, with society, with regular people in their appearance. I accepted it. I was thankful for the moment and thank you for your friendship. I wish you a lot of success!"

 

Every day I had very reserved and accurate comments on the part of the new friend. He appreciated my appearance in photos I had posted on facebook and one day sent me a message in my inbox: "Thanking you so much for your kindness, your appreciation and expression of respect for a prisoner for whom you don't know why he was put in prison, I would like to explain the reason for my imprisonment. It was ..... year when I accidentally happened to be at a very nice event. Two young men were trying to put a young girl in their car, a high school student from my hometown. I knew neither the aggressors nor the girl, but I felt it a civic duty to help that poor girl, who resisted with all her might. And I intervened, sulking at these two aggressors. They pulled out the knives and poured into me. At this point the girl ran and left. We fightd wildly until I managed to snatch the knife from one and stab him. He was lying on the asphalt. 

 

The other man immediately entered the car and left shooting the tyres over the asphalt. At this time the police arrived and found me next to the man I had stabbed with his knife. I was arrested. It turned out that the slaughterer was the child of a state personality and the trial charged me with guilt. I was sentenced to 25 years in prison. The girl did not come alive to testify. I had no other witnesses. The knife had my fingerprints. I appealed to all degrees of the judiciary but never managed to unblock the situation. He won, the strongest, the father of the aggressor. So I continue to suffer an unfair sentence. My family is abroad. I have a son who I would like to see a beautiful and kind bride, like you. But my conditions today are limited to enjoy such a thing. Sorry for the inconveniency I gave you. I hope you are happy in your life."

 

I was so excited by this stingy story. A life casually lost for a good deed, rewarded with prison. Too bad! I comforted him with words that seem appropriate to me. So we continued to communicate with each other somewhat closer and almost became two friends, as if we had long known each other in civilian life. We exchanged chat chats and started trusting each other a lot. 

 

One day he tells me that his son had come to my town and that, after talking to him a lot about me, he wanted to meet. "You see it," he said, "see it. He's a good guy, but be careful, because I've been here for years and I don't know if he has my maturity in behavior. I'll tell you that as your parent. I wish you all the best!" He sent me his son's photo, his address and phone number. 

 

I saw his photo. He was a charming boy. He looked mature. His age, according to his father, was 25, blond and smiling. I really liked it in the photo. The next day, when I was driving home from school, I see the picture boy in front of me. I recognized him immediately, but I gave him no indication to realise that I recognised him. 

He approached my rib and said: 

 

- You're Mirsida? 

I turned around and looked at him as if I had not understood anything. 

- Who are you? I asked you a question, maybe even as a security guard.

"Oh, I'm Roland, the son of your friend the Prisoners" he said with a laugh.

- Aaaa! I was surprised. I'm Mirsida. And I put out my hand.

His hand was very warm. His eyes laughed.

 

He was a special boy, very gentlemanly. He asked me to have a drink together. We went to the second floor of a new bar in our town, where they made very delicious melted chocolate. The bar was packed. There was a place in the north corner of it and that's where we sat. 

"First, I want to bring greetings from my father, who has advised me to behave well because he values you extremely highly as a man and as a wonderful poet. He took out his cell phone and opened a video of his father talking. He greeted us from the vidio. At the end, he advised his son to respect the girl, otherwise you'd feel what you've never experienced from your father.

 

It was a really wonderful situation. We talked as if we had known each other for years. We finished the chocolates and we got out. We scattered each in his direction, but within me there remained a desire not to lose this man. 

I get a message on my cell phone. "It was one of the best days of my life with you today. I wish I had many more days, if you wanted to. "Greetings, Roland."

 

My heart was beating. My brain was like it was blocked and I couldn't see anything clearly. I blurted out. I didn't think the joy would come like an invading army. I sat in my room, in my bed, and reread it a few times. I tried to write a reply, but I deleted it several times. I wasn't daring. I started to be scared. Who exactly was this man? I said to myself, "He was a good man. There could not be such noble people to have a bad spirit. Impossible. I didn't answer it anyway. I was waiting for the next reaction. There was no reaction that night. 

 

His father asked me in the inbox about the meeting. I thanked him for his greeting and advice. I didn't give him the sense that I had begun to worry within my sensations. 

The next day, at the same hour, I get the next message: "A man is more afraid of happiness than a dog being let out on the street. I understand you, because our knowledge is not complete and I thank you for the time you have given me and for the feelings that I am aroused. I can stop here and I won't bother you if I've been worried about you so far. I wish the best for you! Roland." 

 

I answered you immediately. From that moment on our relationship became strong. He came to my town a few times, I met him with my parents, who liked him very much as a boy. But Dad was suspicious. He didn't believe anything easily because he had been a border officer and had doubted everything his life. And in this case he wanted to know more about it. 

"Daughter," he said, "don't believe everything you see, because salt is white and looks like sugar.

 

During this period, facebook connections with his father were severed. Roland told us that they had removed all communications in prison and that he could not connect, that he was very worried about it, etc. 

One day, Roland came with his uncle to our house. There was a man in his 45s, silent, little words. He had a penetrating look. He listened more than he spoke and was very attentive in everything. He said he lived abroad but had come for the grandson, in the absence of his father, to ask for the girl's hand for the bride for the grandson. 

 

We had, indeed, agreed with Roland. When my father objected, I told him we could leave without my father's permission, but Roland wouldn't let me. We have to respect the parents. I love and respect my father. I ask you for your parents. I gave up!

 

After talking to Roland's uncle, my family agreed to get engaged. It was the best days of my life. We decided to get married and had a great wedding. It was the miracle itself. We both shone. We radiate light, beauty, love. After the wedding we went on honeymoon to Turkey. And that's where we had a great time. Real paradise! 

 

"This is how it will be all our lives," my father said. It's so sad we miss our father! It's a shame we lost our facebook communication. At least he would be happy with our happiness. He'd be glad. And he cried. 

After we had finished our honeymoon, we returned to my house and the next day we were going abroad, to Germany. We had a very warm evening, but my parents had a lot of concern. My mother was very upset that she wouldn't be near me. 

 

When we arrived in Germany I saw a fabulous place. I felt like a queen. I had a beautiful husband by my side, we were just married, we were in a place I had never even dreamed of. What did I want more of life? 

He press my hand and smiled constantly. I just enjoyed it. We were greeted by his uncle at the airport with two beautiful girls, but in a somewhat unsightly outfit for me. I thought, germany, I said to myself. 

 

We all went to our villa together. We were a little tired and didn't stay much that night. The place we lived was special. Between greenery and flowers. There is also a special story. 

The days flowed like pure water on the shining crafts. Little rainbows were digestive on me every day. Germany oozed in harmonious perfection. Roland was still very fond of me. 

 

One night he didn't come home. I was starting to get sad about his delay. A few hours later his uncle came and told me that Roland had a problem with the police because of a mess and they are looking for him to arrest him. He left Germany for Russia. It's not about the problem, but it happened to him like his father, my brother. Don't worry, you have us here. I asked for any contact to have the opportunity to communicate with him, but he told me that neither uncle himself had contacts because he is hidden and should not be revealed.

 

Every day I anxiously waited for what would happen. I was waiting for a tip, but I wasn't getting anything. His uncle wasn't looking either. I was alone and alone as ever. I didn't know where to knock. 

One night I got home to the two girls who had been waiting for us at the airport. They were so unstable and didn't have that first day of the meeting. I was waiting to be given some news about my Roland. They came near, and in a voice more fierce than kind, they said: 

- Roland's gone. It is not known where it might be. He's very confused with a gang, who are looking for him to kill him. The police are looking for him. His uncle is also missing and is not coming alive, because he may be suffered by the gang instead of Land. We are here to work because you have to live. We have no income that we can help you. Tomorrow you have to start work. You're not going out, but we're going to bring your customers here home. And they started teaching me how I had to act. They wanted to make me want to get a prostitute! Impossible! I refused and almost broke. They came out, warning me that this is the only path I had to choose.

 

That night I didn't sleep in my eyes. I didn't know what to do, where to go. I had no knowledge of where I was. The next day, the two girls come again with a man all fur, ed. I was expecting some bad news when I saw them so rough and irritated on their faces.

- You have to go out with us, because you have no other option, - one of the girls told me. 

 

- I'm better off going out on the road! - I answered and turned my back and started to go inside, when they pinned the three of me together, put me down and began to hit me relentlessly all over my body. I didn't understand this behavior. I called loudly enough, but there was no way to stop the blows. I did not know what was done except when I mentioned it, I had my whole body in pieces. I didn't move my hands or feet. I was throwing up. There was no one near me. I dragged instead and tried to get inside the house. There was a large blood trail behind me. I don't know how long that drag lasted, but I managed to get home. Again I lost my feelings and I don't know how long I had stayed, when I opened my eyes, I was in complete darkness. My body burned like I had put it in the th. I didn't know what to do. Also if I knew, I didn't know who to turn to. The door opened and some people were in. I couldn't see them, because I couldn't even open my eyes except the complete darkness. 

The lights came on, which hit me right in the lids of my eyes. I felt pain again. I heard the voice of my husband's uncle, Roland, say to me:

Who killed you like that, my sister? He took me into his arms and carried me into the bathtub just as I was completely bloody. He called one of the girls he had with him, I didn't see them, but I could tell them off from the voices, and said:

- Come on, move, why are you standing so hands-on? Don't you see how it's been made? 

Some light laughter was heard, then I felt the hands of two females taking my clothes off. They stripped me and started rubbing me with lukewarm water. At first I felt a slight revival, then I had lost my feelings again...

 

* * *

 

After I had stood, I don't know for how long, just without feeling, next to me I felt I had a soft hand rubbing my forehead. I opened my eyes and saw a real angel. There was a beautiful girl, crying and rubbing me lightly - easily my forehead, burning like an oven. 

When I opened my eyes, she smiled lightly, then said: 

- Shut up, the doctor will be here in a while. Everything's going to be fine. 

I looked at him as suspiciously, because I didn't believe it would really be the doctor, but some collaborator of these people who were destroying my life. I was powerless to object. So I closed my eyes again and subsumed my wild fate, which had hit me in this terrible hell.

 

I heard a door opened and that some people came inside. I don't know how many they could have been. I opened my eyes slowly and saw that one of them was a civilian, while the other three were military, they were policemen. This made me happy for a moment, but again I was afraid of endless tricks that might be devised. 

The doctor approached me, touched my forehead and felt the intense temperature that had stuck to me. He stood up immediately and spoke in his language, which I didn't understand, but immediately two beautiful girls in white shirts and a stretcher in hand, pulled me carefully and put me on the stretcher. Then two powerful men, of those police officers, stood me up and took me outside, where an ambulance awaited me. After the two white girls came up, I was a nurse, and the doctor came, who made me a needle. The ambulance had already set off sirens and continued to move rapidly through the busy streets of this city. I soon found myself in a hospital room, full of comfort and much care from a wonderful staff. 

 

* * *

 

It seems that the days of hell had passed, and I was improving every day under the great care of an extremely caring and kind-hearted staff. 

One day, a police woman and her colleague came into my room, along with an interpreter. After they introduced themselves, they asked permission to talk to me and I agreed. I was feeling something had moved for good. I was told I was a victim of a criminal gang of traffickers. I was also told that Roland, "my kind husband," was one of the most dangerous traffickers in all of Europe. Then they told me he was already arrested and his judgment was expected. That's what they were asking for my help. For a moment I felt a huge squeeze in my chest. It was the person I had the greatest trust and he was already my misery. I told them my whole story point by point, not forgetting anything since FB with Roland's "dad."

"He," said this woman, "very politely, is the head of this mafia. Since prison, exploiting the corruption of prison leaders, he has done such tricks, through a gentleman in communication and organized this gang to make money through women who were blacked out as prostitutes and invested it to get him out of prison. He has married his "son" Roland, who is not his son. 

 

Tears flowed down my pale cheeks. I had no power to speak. They noticed this and, after thanking me for the time they talked to me, they politely left. 

Now I understood my father's metaphor when he said to me: "Daughter, don't believe everything you see, because salt is white and looks like sugar...

 

 

©️ Copyright Ndue Dragusha 

 

 

 

Prepared by Angela Kosta Executive Director of MIRIADE Magazine, Academic, journalist, writer, poet, essayist, literary critic, editor, translator

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Poems

RIFAT ISMAILI - ITALY

 

The poet, prose writer and essayist Rifat Ismaili was born on March 24, 1968 in Durres. After finishing high school, he did the mandatory military service for two years in Berat. From 1991 until today he lives in Italy, currently in Savona. Passionate about art and literature, he started writing and painting since school. Since 1986, he started publishing in the newspapers and magazines of the time and continues today. At the same time, in addition to working as an author, he was and still is engaged in translations. It was also published in: Italian, English, Russian, Uzbek, Arabian, etc., in some of the literary bodies of those countries. His inclusion in dozens of different publications as an editor or reviewer should be highlighted.

Rifat Ismaili is the author of 24 books, and 3 books as a translator.

 

 

 

ONCE...

 

 

Sometimes I feel like I'm living

 

On Robinson's Island,

 

Going back to the past

 

Only when i need her...

 

 

The breasts of the waves wake up my wife,

 

Leaves of trees like books I read,

 

And I'm not alone.

 

 

Sometimes the shadow of Medusa

 

It turns me into a memory cave

 

Where I keep the bones of poets...

 

 

Old man odyssey always leads me

 

In thousands of journeys,

 

That I would like to do

 

How did i ever...

 

 

Sometimes the shadow of Macbeth

 

Wash my feet

 

With the blood of the innocent,

 

Wipes me with the towel of oblivion.

 

 

Sometimes...

 

Inside everyone I am, sometimes..

 

 

 

TRACE AND NOISE

 

 

Traces that appear to me in my sleep

 

Endless trail...

 

In the white desert of poetry,

 

Where tears like palm trees have sprouted,

 

And feelings like oases extinguish human pains,

 

Every pawn lies within them,

 

Longing and covered sky...

 

Oblivion knows how eternal travelers can.

 

Each track has a name.

 

 

Tracks and noises...

 

Delayed travelers coming and going on trains,

 

They carry poets' dreams in their suitcases,

 

But inside they have only a pile of leaves...

 

Noise, a lot of noise and fuss...

 

Self-exalted people, with the scepter of leaders,

 

In the funeral procession of Poetry,

 

Throw a shovelful of dirt into the grand grave,

 

Waiting for the night again to exhume the Muse,

 

With the holy relics of the proud roads...

 

And they consider themselves saints.

 

 

Tracks and noises...

 

Traces, which are lost and extinguished every day...

 

Depression noises,

 

With the steel thread of the last hope,

 

Stifle and hang the rays of the poetry of life!

 

 

Track and noise, hyenas!...

 

 

 

 

ETYD 

 

 

 

Sounds and smells...

 

The birds invite the golden morning,

 

With screams of pleasure and orgies...

 

In the field of life someone sows seed,

 

Other stupid spikes...

 

 

Prepared by Angela Kosta Executive Director by the magazine in paper MIRIADE, Academic writer, poet, essayist, literary critic, editor, translator, journalist

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Poem - My Dear Heart

My Dear Heart

Dr. Frieda Norma Dela Cruz

Philippines 

 

 

I love this feeling, it's deep within.

It makes me shake down my knees, I wish I could freeze.

My love for you keeps going strong.

And when I'm with you, I know nothing can go wrong

 

My love for you is like an open book.

My dear heart, you sincerely took.

A very special day we did meet

And our love makes us complete.

 

I thank the One Up High

for this happiness is so wide.

He is our God dwelling inside.

He gave you me, and He gave me you.

My Utmost Gratitude, He is so true.

 

At last, time will come to see the newer cosmos,

With all maturity to explore, we will see

As long as we bind our hearts together

I'm sure we will live happily, ever after.

 

Dr. Frieda Norma Dela Cruz

Philippines ©©

August 02, 2024

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Poem - Summer`s Invitation

Summer's Invitation Dr. Kang, Byeong-Cheol 

 

Summer world, you invite me in your world,

Hot world of colors, fabulous season.

Pale green plant will be a strong green plant,

Under the vast blue sky, where green dreams unfurl.

 

Big, big clouds drift in the azure sea,

Early summer festival, joy in the air.

River breeze whispers, as it leads me,

Through a splendid day, so bright and fair.

 

Your world, it calls me with a gentle hand,

Invoking senses, a symphony grand.

Sun's warm embrace, a tender caress,

Scents of blossoms, in nature's dress.

All greens destined to brown wither.

 

Birds serenade, their melodies pure,

Taste of sweet fruits, a summer allure.

Through touch, sight, sound, scent, and taste,

You make me feel your world, a vibrant place.

 

Summer world, in your embrace, I find

Precious time and joy, a peace of mind.

Strive to make fruit, fabulous summer, summer.

 

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Poem - Who Am I

Who Am I

Dr. Omatee Ann Marie Hansraj

 

In the mirror's silent gaze, I see,

A stranger staring back at me.

Eyes that hold a thousand dreams,

Yet nothing is quite as it seems.

 

Born of stardust, earth, and air,

With hopes and burdens I must bear.

A soul that seeks, a heart that yearns,

In life's vast ocean, I discern.

 

Am I the sum of all my past,

Or moments fleeting, never to last?

A whisper in the winds of time,

A fleeting verse, a subtle rhyme.

 

In laughter, tears, and silent nights,

I search for meaning, for the light.

A journey walked on paths unknown,

In every step, a seed is sown.

 

Who am I, this question deep,

In waking hours and in sleep.

A seeker, dreamer, in disguise,

A glimpse of truth within these eyes.

 

 

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মজিবুর রহমান, প্রধানশিক্ষক, কাবিলপুর হাইস্কুল
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     পশ্চিমবঙ্গের উত্তর দিকে অবস্থিত কোনো কোনো ভূখণ্ডের পশ্চিমবঙ্গ থেকে পৃথক হওয়ার দাবি প্রায় চার-পাঁচ দশকের পুরনো। সম্প্রতি সেই দাবির কথা আবার শোনা যাচ্ছে। তবে দাবি করার ধরন কিছুটা বদলেছে।এতদিন পশ্চিমবঙ্গ থেকে বেরিয়ে গিয়ে গোর্খাল্যান্ড, কামতাপুর বা গ্ৰেটার কোচবিহার গঠনের দাবি সংশ্লিষ্ট এলাকায় আন্দোলনের মধ্যেই সীমাবদ্ধ থাকতে দেখা গেছে।এবার তা ভারতের সংসদে উত্থাপিত হয়েছে। এতদিন এই ধরনের প্রস্তাব কোনো মূল প্রবাহের রাজনৈতিক দলের পক্ষ থেকে করা হয়নি। এবার দলগতভাবে না হলেও বিজেপির একাধিক সাংসদ ও বিধায়ক এই প্রস্তাব পেশ করেছেন।এতদিন বাংলা ভাগের আন্দোলনকে সহিংস হতে দেখা গেছে।এবার অন্তত তা না হয়ে বাংলা ভাগ সম্পর্কিত প্রস্তাব রাজনৈতিক নেতৃবৃন্দ ও বিশ্লেষকদের তর্ক-বিতর্কের মধ্যেই সীমাবদ্ধ রয়েছে। মনে করা হচ্ছে যে, অষ্টাদশ লোকসভা নির্বাচনে পশ্চিমবঙ্গ সহ গোটা দেশে ভালো ফল করতে না পেরে কেন্দ্রের শাসকদল সাম্প্রদায়িক ও আঞ্চলিক মেরুকরণকে আরও তীব্র করতে চাইছে। পশ্চিমবঙ্গের মানুষ ও ভূখণ্ডকে নতুন আঙ্গিকে বিভাজিত করার ষড়যন্ত্র করা হচ্ছে। 
      আমরা সকলেই জানি যে, প্রশাসনিক সুবিধার কথা বলে ভাইসরয় লর্ড কার্জন ১৯০৫ সালের ১৬ই অক্টোবর বঙ্গভঙ্গ কার্যকর করেন। ব্রিটিশরা বাঙালির ঐক্যবদ্ধ প্রতিবাদী চরিত্র তথা উত্তাল আন্দোলনের মোকাবেলা করতে মুশকিলে পড়ছিল।তাই তারা বাঙালিকে হিন্দু-মুসলমানে বিভাজিত করে সেই ঐক্যকে ভাঙতে চেয়েছিল। সেই লক্ষ্যে বাংলাকে হিন্দু ও মুসলিম প্রধান দুই এলাকায় বিভক্ত করা হয়। কিন্তু সেই সময়েও সাম্প্রদায়িক বিভেদে বিশ্বাসী বাঙালির থেকে সাম্প্রদায়িক সম্প্রীতিতে বিশ্বাসী বাঙালির সংখ্যা অনেক বেশি থাকার প্রমাণ পাওয়া যায়। ধারাবাহিক আন্দোলনের জেরে ব্রিটিশরা ১৯১১ সালের ১২ই ডিসেম্বর বঙ্গভঙ্গ রদ করতে বাধ্য হয়।তবে বাঙালির ওপর প্রতিশোধ নেয় ভারতের রাজধানী কলকাতা থেকে দিল্লিতে স্থানান্তরিত করার মধ্য দিয়ে। ১৯৪৭ সালে ভারত ভাগের সময় আবার বাংলা ভাগ হয়। পূর্ববঙ্গ ১৯৭১ সালের ১৬ই ডিসেম্বর স্বাধীন বাংলাদেশে পরিণত হয়েছে। ১৯৫৬ সালের রাজ্য পুনর্গঠন আইন অনুযায়ী ভারতের অন্যতম অঙ্গরাজ্য হিসেবে পশ্চিমবঙ্গ তার বর্তমান আকার ও আয়তন পরিগ্ৰহ করে।
      পশ্চিমবঙ্গের উত্তর দিকে অবস্থিত আটটি জেলা- দার্জিলিং, কালিম্পং, কোচবিহার, আলিপুরদুয়ার, জলপাইগুড়ি, উত্তর দিনাজপুর, দক্ষিণ দিনাজপুর ও মালদা- একত্রে উত্তরবঙ্গ হিসেবে অভিহিত। উত্তরবঙ্গে লোকসভা ও বিধানসভার আসন রয়েছে যথাক্রমে ৮টি ও ৫৪টি। জনসংখ্যা আনুমানিক ২ কোটি।এই এলাকার উন্নয়ন ত্বরান্বিত করতে ২০১৪ সালে শিলিগুড়িতে একটি রাজ্য সচিবালয় স্থাপন করা হয়েছে যা উত্তরকন্যা নামে পরিচিত। জলপাইগুড়িতে রয়েছে কলকাতা হাইকোর্টের একটি সার্কিট বেঞ্চ। এখানে মাসে গড়পড়তা ১৫ দিন করে সিঙ্গল ও ডিভিশন বেঞ্চ বসে। উত্তর-পূর্ব ভারত হল বিশালায়তন ভারত রাষ্ট্রের একটি ভৌগলিক অঞ্চল ও প্রশাসনিক বিভাগ। অরুণাচল প্রদেশ, আসাম, ত্রিপুরা, নাগাল্যান্ড, মনিপুর, মিজোরাম, মেঘালয় ও সিকিম- এই আটটি রাজ্য উত্তর-পূর্ব বিভাগের অন্তর্গত।  রাজ্যগুলোর একত্রে লোকসভা আসন সংখ্যা ২৫ এবং জনসংখ্যা আনুমানিক ৫ কোটি। প্রথম সাতটি রাজ্যকে 'সপ্তভগিনী' এবং সিকিমকে 'ভ্রাতারাজ্য' বলা হয়। প্রসঙ্গত উল্লেখ্য, সিকিম ১৯৭৫ সালের ১৬ই মে ভারতের অন্তর্ভুক্ত হয়। 
      বিজেপির রাজ্য সভাপতি, বালুরঘাটের সাংসদ, শিক্ষা ও উত্তর-পূর্ব উন্নয়ন মন্ত্রকের প্রতিমন্ত্রী সুকান্ত মজুমদার উত্তর-পূর্ব ভারতের সঙ্গে উত্তরবঙ্গকে সংযুক্ত করার প্রস্তাব করেছেন। তাঁর মতে, উত্তরবঙ্গের সাথে উত্তর-পূর্ব ভারতের মিল রয়েছে এবং এজন্য প্রথমটি দ্বিতীয়টির সাথে সংযুক্ত হলে উন্নয়নের প্রশ্নে অনেক উপকৃত ও লাভবান হবে। সুকান্ত বাবুর বক্তব্যকে সঠিক বলা শক্ত। ভাষা, সাহিত্য, সংস্কৃতি কোনো দিক থেকেই এই দুই এলাকার মধ্যে উল্লেখযোগ্য সাদৃশ্যের সন্ধান পাওয়া যায় না। উন্নয়নের দিক থেকেও 'সপ্তভগিনী' উত্তরবঙ্গের থেকে এগিয়ে নেই। চীনের সঙ্গে দীর্ঘ আন্তর্জাতিক সীমানা থাকা অরুণাচল প্রদেশ নিয়ে তো ভারতের টেনশনই দূর হয় না। ১৯ লাখ বাঙালিকে বেনাগরিক বানিয়ে আসামে যে অস্থিরতা সৃষ্টি করা হয়েছে তার নজির গোটা দেশে আর কোথাও আছে কি? উত্তরবঙ্গের মানুষ সেখানে ডিটেনশন ক্যাম্প পরিদর্শন করতে যাবে? ত্রিপুরা কবে অগ্ৰসর রাজ্য হিসেবে গণ্য হল? নাগাল্যান্ডে নাগা জঙ্গিদের আন্দোলন কি একেবারে স্তব্ধ হয়ে গেছে? মনিপুরকে কি জ্বলতে দেখা গেল না? শিক্ষা, স্বাস্থ্য, শিল্প, শান্তি-  কোন্ মানদণ্ডে উত্তর-পূর্ব বিভাগ উত্তরবঙ্গের থেকে কয়েক কদম  এগিয়ে রয়েছে যে উন্নয়নের দোহাই দিয়ে সংযুক্ত করার কথা বলা হচ্ছে? আসলে, ওই দুই অংশের মিলন ঘটিয়ে সুকান্ত বাবুরা একটি বিজেপির বেল্ট তৈরি করতে চাইছেন। প্রশ্ন তোলার যথেষ্ট অবকাশ রয়েছে যে, বিজেপির সরকার ও সাংসদরা গত দশ বছরে উত্তরবঙ্গের উন্নয়নে বলার মতো কোনো কাজ করেছেন কি? দার্জিলিংয়ের চা ও মালদার রেশম শিল্পের ক্রমাবনতি রোধের কোনো প্রয়াস কেন্দ্রীয় সরকারের পক্ষ থেকে করা হয়নি।গঙ্গার ভাঙনে মুর্শিদাবাদ জেলার একাধিক ব্লকের বাড়ি ঘর, জমিজমা নদীগর্ভে চলে যাচ্ছে। বহু মানুষ সর্বস্বান্ত হচ্ছে। গঙ্গা ভাঙন একটি জাতীয় সমস্যা কিন্তু কেন্দ্রীয় সরকার কোনো পদক্ষেপ করছে না। মুখে উন্নয়ন আর কাজে বঞ্চনা!
       বিজেপির রাজ্যসভার সাংসদ অনন্ত মহারাজ দাবি করেছেন যে, প্রধানমন্ত্রীর অফিস থেকে স্বরাষ্ট্র মন্ত্রককে গ্ৰেটার কোচবিহার রাজ্য গঠনের বিষয়টি খতিয়ে দেখতে বলা হয়েছে। উল্লেখ্য, এই অনন্ত মহারাজের বিরুদ্ধে কোচবিহারে বিচ্ছিন্নতাবাদী ও সহিংস আন্দোলনে নেতৃত্ব দেওয়ার অভিযোগ ছিল। তিনি পশ্চিমবঙ্গ পুলিশের ভয়ে একসময় আসামে আত্মগোপন করে থাকতেন।
        ঝাড়খণ্ডের বিজেপি সাংসদ নিশিকান্ত দুবে সংসদে পশ্চিমবঙ্গের মুর্শিদাবাদ ও মালদা এবং বিহারের  কিষানগঞ্জ, কাটিহার, পূর্ণিয়া ও আরারিয়া- এই ছয়টি মুসলিম অধ্যুষিত জেলা নিয়ে একটি কেন্দ্রশাসিত অঞ্চল গঠনের প্রস্তাব দিয়েছেন। তিনি বলেছেন, ব্যাপক অনুপ্রবেশের কারণে এই জেলাগুলোতে জনবিন্যাস বদলে গেছে। তাঁর মতে, মুসলমানদের অতিরিক্ত সংখ্যা বৃদ্ধি ও হিন্দুদের উদ্বেগজনক হারে সংখ্যা হ্রাস পেয়েছে। নিশিকান্ত দুবের এই প্রস্তাব ও পর্যবেক্ষণে উগ্ৰ সাম্প্রদায়িক ভেদবুদ্ধি অত্যন্ত স্পষ্ট। মিথ্যাচারও রয়েছে। ঝাড়খণ্ডের একজন সাধারণ সাংসদের মস্তিষ্কে বিহার ও পশ্চিমবঙ্গের ভূখণ্ড নিয়ে কোনো পরিকল্পনা রচিত হওয়া অভিপ্রেত নয়। তাঁর প্রস্তাব বা পরিকল্পনা সংশ্লিষ্ট এলাকার অধিবাসীরা ঘৃণাভরে প্রত্যাখ্যান করবেন, এ বিষয়ে কোনো সন্দেহ নেই। ঘটনা হল, একবিংশ শতাব্দীর ভারতে রোহিঙ্গা বা বাংলাদেশীদের অনুপ্রবেশ ধর্তব্যের মধ্যে রাখার মতো কোনো বিষয়ই নয়। যা বাস্তবে হয় না তাই নিয়ে মাতামাতি করা মতলববাজদের কাজ। বাংলা ও বিহারে রোহিঙ্গাদের উপস্থিতি বা অস্তিত্ব নিশ্চিতভাবেই একটি আনুবীক্ষণিক ব্যাপার। প্রশ্ন হল, বাংলাদেশের সংখ্যাগুরু সম্প্রদায়ের মানুষ ভারতে সংখ্যালঘু সম্প্রদায়ের মানুষ হিসেবে অমর্যাদা ও জ্বালা যন্ত্রণা ভোগ করতে কেন আসবে? এখানে এসে তারা কী পাবে? তাছাড়া, জীবনযাত্রার মানের দিক থেকেও কি ভারতীয় মুসলমানরা বাংলাদেশী মুসলমানদের থেকে খুব ভালো জায়গায় অবস্থান করে? কাজেই বাংলাদেশের মুসলমানরা দলে দলে ভারতে ঢুকে পড়ছে, এমন অভিযোগের মধ্যে কোনো সত্যতা নেই। 
       মুর্শিদাবাদ ও মালদায় ব্রিটিশ আমল থেকেই মুসলমানের সংখ্যা বেশি। মুর্শিদাবাদকে প্রথমে পূর্ব পাকিস্তানের অংশ হিসেবেই ঘোষণা করা হয়েছিল। ১৮ই আগস্ট'৪৭ সেটি পশ্চিমবঙ্গের অন্তর্ভুক্ত হয়। মুসলিম অধ্যুষিত মুর্শিদাবাদ জেলা থেকে ত্রিদিব চৌধুরী, শশাঙ্ক শেখর সান্যাল, অতীশ সিনহা, প্রণব মুখার্জি, অভিজিৎ মুখার্জি, ননী ভট্টাচার্য, প্রমথেশ মুখার্জি ও অধীর রঞ্জন চৌধুরী প্রমুখ হিন্দু ব্যক্তিরা সাংসদ নির্বাচিত হয়েছেন। কোনো মুসলিমপন্থী দল এখানে সুবিধা করতে পারে না। বিভিন্ন সময়ে মুর্শিদাবাদে রাজনৈতিক সংঘর্ষ হলেও সাম্প্রদায়িক দাঙ্গায় হতাহত অথবা লুটপাটের ঘটনা সেভাবে ঘটতে দেখা যায় না। মুসলমানদের হাতে হিন্দুদের অত্যাচারের দৃষ্টান্ত প্রায় নেই বললেই চলে।
      মুসলিম সমাজে জনবিস্ফোরণ ঘটার যে কথা বলা হয় তাও ঠিক নয়। ধর্মীয় বিধি অনুযায়ী একজন মুসলমান পুরুষ চারজন মহিলাকে বিয়ে করতে পারে। কিন্তু বাস্তবে এমন বিয়ের সংখ্যা হয়তো এক লাখে একটি। আবার কারোর একাধিক বউ থাকলেই যে তার এক-দেড় ডজন ছেলেমেয়ে থাকবে, এই ধারণাও বাস্তবসম্মত নয়।গোটা দেশে জনসংখ্যা বৃদ্ধির হার কমছে এবং তাতে মুসলিম সমাজের উল্লেখযোগ্য অবদান রয়েছে। গত দুই দশকে জন্মহার হ্রাস পাওয়ার হার হিন্দুদের থেকে মুসলমানদের মধ্যে বেশি। পশ্চিমবঙ্গ, আসাম ও কেরালা প্রভৃতি যে রাজ্যে মুসলিম জনসংখ্যা ২৫ শতাংশের বেশি সেখানে জন্মহার দুই শতাংশের কম। কিন্তু উত্তরপ্রদেশ, মধ্যপ্রদেশ ও বিহার প্রভৃতি যে রাজ্যে মুসলিম জনসংখ্যা ২০ শতাংশের কম সেখানে জন্মহার তিন শতাংশের বেশি।এই পরিসংখ্যান প্রমাণ করে যে, হিন্দু-মুসলমানের জনসংখ্যা হ্রাস-বৃদ্ধির মধ্যে কোনো অস্বাভাবিকতা নেই।এখন অধিকাংশ মুসলিম দম্পতি জন্মনিয়ন্ত্রণের কোনো না কোনো পদ্ধতি ব্যবহার করে। দুটি শিক্ষিত মধ্যবিত্ত হিন্দু ও মুসলিম পরিবারের 'ফ্যামিলি প্ল্যানিং' প্রায় একই রকম হয়। দশজন হিন্দু শিক্ষকের সন্তান সংখ্যার সঙ্গে দশজন মুসলমান শিক্ষকের সন্তান সংখ্যার বিশেষ ফারাক থাকে না।অনুরূপ ভাবে, দারিদ্র্য পীড়িত ও শিক্ষার আলো থেকে বঞ্চিত দুটো হিন্দু ও মুসলিম পরিবারের অনিয়ন্ত্রিত সন্তান উৎপাদনের মধ্যে মিল রয়েছে। মুসলিম সমাজকে সবসময় অশিক্ষিত, গোঁড়া, বিজ্ঞান বিরোধী, উগ্ৰ, দরিদ্র মনে করা সঙ্গত নয়। ভারতীয় মুসলমানদের মধ্যে এখন আধুনিকতার উপাদানের অভাব নেই।মুসলমানরা হিন্দুদের মতোই দোষ-গুণ নিয়ে ভারতীয় সভ্যতার অবিচ্ছেদ্য অংশ।  
       গণতান্ত্রিক সংসদীয় রাষ্ট্রে সাম্প্রদায়িক মনোভাব ও মতাদর্শ নিয়ে রাজনীতি করা দল ও ব্যক্তিদের গরিব মেহনতি মানুষের মধ্যে বিভেদ সৃষ্টি করার জন্য নানা ধরনের কূটকৌশল গ্ৰহণ করতে হয়। মানুষের রুটি রুজির সমস্যার সমাধান না করে ধর্ম ও সম্প্রদায় কেন্দ্রিক ইস্যু খুঁচিয়ে তুলতে হয়।কেন্দ্রের প্রধান শাসকদলের নেতা মন্ত্রীরা সেটাই করছেন। তবে স্বস্তির কথা হল,মুর্শিদাবাদ ও উত্তরবঙ্গ নিয়ে যেসব ভুলভাল ও বিভ্রান্তিমূলক প্রস্তাব উত্থাপন করা হচ্ছে তা বাস্তবায়নের সম্ভাবনা আছে বলে মনে হয় না। কারণ, এইসব বিতর্কিত বিষয় সংসদে পাশ করার জন্য সরকারের যে সংখ্যাধিক্য থাকা দরকার এখন তা নেই।

১১:৪৬ এএম, ৪ আগস্ট ২০২৪ রোববার

সাহিত্য

POEM -IN THE PLACE CREATED BY TRUTH

IN THE PLACE CREATED BY TRUTH

Yousuf Aslan 

 

Why can't you see the ignorant one

In the place created by truth

You can't follow the path of truth

With the hearts of those who follow

 

Never make fun of those who know the way on the path

Don't be wise and talk

Never take note of beautiful people

Of course there is a miracle in one

 

Brother holds on tightly to brother

Pearl purple has a beautiful scent

Look at these stars, the moon, the sun

Understand when you look at the sky

 

Those who escape from knowledge remain on the path

All calamities are based on it

Love and believe without seeing God

Other than you, the wise are blind

 

The one who provides unity with beautiful words

The scholar is the one who does not stay away from knowledge

The one who sets his heart on the path of truth

By God, the servant Yusuf is very deep

 

১১:৪৩ এএম, ৪ আগস্ট ২০২৪ রোববার

সাহিত্য

Poems

DREAM WITH YOUR CHARM !

Dr Prasana Kumar Dalai 

India

 

As a humming bee brings smile to bunch of white lilies

Why don't you beam in the huge garden of my heart 

The spring from heaven drops with dream with your charm

Near the horizon where the clouds drift away out of sight

The way we used to soar in the deep blue sky

Why don't you glide in my dream with your charm

The glittering moon shines in the dark night

But you are not shining this gloomy day in my life

I am like a lonely bird without companion 

Come down to the desolation of my barren earth.

 

©®Dr Prasana Kumar Dalai @India.

 

 

THE DUST OF GRIEF !

 

At times I think of my uneventful life

Just a garland of thorns sans peace 

What I have found is the dust of grief 

When I did desire for the cold touch

Out of nothing only cold sigh in my lot Sorrows made my heart more sombre 

You left leaving a couple of moments 

None has time to hold my numb hands

Even my shadow is very often apathetic 

This is my life and why should I be afraid Of sorrow for it's mine, my companion.

 

©®Dr Prasana Kumar Dalai @India.

 

 

YOU BECAME MY PRAYER !

 

I 'll give away my life , even lose all my wins 

Whatever be the cost, you're my everything

Beyond all my limits and boundaries 

Now I'm broken after giving everything 

I'm no one ; you 've become my destination 

Great things God has given without asking 

Otherwise atheists like me won't get God

My desires 've met you as you became my prayer.

 

©®Dr Prasana Kumar Dalai @India.

 

 

 

 

MUSE IN THE DARKNESS !

 

The morning star you are in my life

Beaming brightly in the darkest world 

You often arouse the bizarre stir in me 

Of flustered fog in the face of rising sun

You venture out with your daring glint 

Like a musky muse in face of darkness 

As if mystifying mind of a blushing lotus

Set a swarm of bees ablaze in horizon 

With your effervescent amorous prayer 

Your radiance melts away all afflictions 

With the glistening glow amid dimness 

You do shower light into my empty eyes.

 

©®Dr Prasana Kumar Dalai@India.

১১:৪০ এএম, ৪ আগস্ট ২০২৪ রোববার

অফবিট ক্রাইম

POEM - MORNING DRIZZLE

 

 

MORNING DRIZZLE

Yatti Sadeli

 

You are the guest of my two eyes

The place where my heart sinks

Therefore I want to sing

Sincere love melody

 

I want to explore dreams

Which never pulled over

Or stand here

Spell the nearly dead Rainbow couplet

 

I wrote an elegy

Which I put in the wind

with a poetic touch

And not just inspiration

But there is something unified

Far away in my soul room

And on a lonely roof

Wailing tears hit the door of my heart

The drizzle accelerates the darkness

The sun refuses to shine

And I lost the dew

Washed away by the morning drizzle

 

No more soles of feet

in my memories of a man

I hope tears

Immediately break away from the embrace of grief

                                     

 

BIOGRAPHY : 

Yatti Sadeli lived in Indonesia. She started her career as a fiction and poetry writer in 1983. Her written works are 15 novels, 42 novelettes, 45 short stories, 80 poems, 24 Story poems and 12 Haikus which have been published in local mass media and international mass media. Several poems are included in World Contemporary Poet vol 2 and Atunis Galaxy Anthology -2025. She Won several writing competitions. She received 8 International literary awards

 

           

 

 

০৮:৩১ এএম, ২ আগস্ট ২০২৪ শুক্রবার

অফবিট ক্রাইম

Poem - Borges… Genius Universal Literary Bastion

Borges… Genius Universal Literary Bastion

Dr. Ana María Manuel Rosa 

 

 

Borges... like a thousand-year-old bird flying over

Flapping with essential literary missionary genius

Liberator of the light of words in poetry

Searching for feeling in the confines of wisdom.

 

Borges… mind and literature; and a millionaire in scholarship!

Branded frivolous with a smiling face and excellent sense

Of humor… Restless, self-critical and sincere in opinions

Of great clarity. Wisdom of a hundred lives, brilliant mind

Filled with kindness... so unknown to the awards

Nobles; but, the coveted award did not have the great honor

To have awarded you and have you in its delivery history.

Nobel you already were and you will continue to be post-morten.

You won over your readers that; your name has traveled for all

The world with your books on airplanes, ships

And suitcases. That even in airports they have time for you;

Discovering your stories and poems, enjoying them all

The occurrences with which you shaped your books. Your readers

They already judged the great Nobel prize because it escaped them

The great of Argentine literature. You emanated wisdom

And perfection in literature and philosophy. Genius between

The geniuses... Borges catches readers and captivates.

The Argentines and the world didn’t have enough conscience 

To understand the size of man "Borges in history

From Universal Literature”. Borges... the writer and the poet

Without equal to; not only did he travel in life but; his work gave

And he will continue to go around the world forever in reading

A must for lovers of the beauty of art in letters!

Your lack was just being blind; but, you flew over the imagination

Of words; mastering your knowledge and cunning

As a writer; you described better than, anyone with magical voices

Which reverberates dazzling avid readers of your books and

Of your vast intelligence, erudition and good sense of humor.

Cervantes… Quevedo… and Borges left indelible marks

In Castilian literature! Borges scholar wise in the management

Of the words with the precise and sober prose of him he pierced

The borders of Argentina, from the American to the international

You will pass for the sake of the history of Universal Literature

Along with Homer, Cervantes, Shakespeare, Alighieri and Goethe!

 

All rights reserved

 

 

Biography:

Dr. Ana María Manuel Rosa, born in the city of San Rafael in the province of Mendoza (Argentina) on July 26th 1958, is a Bromatologist received at the National University of Cuyo in Argentina, Professor of English as a Second Language received in California USA, Tutor in Virtual Environments received at ITU Technological University Institute from UNCUYO in Argentina, Research and report writing technician (UNCUYO); Project Advisor and Evaluator (DGE General Direction of Schools of Mendoza province), Literary Corrector received in Madrid Spain, Anthologist, Prologue, Translator from Spanish to English and vice versa, Editor and Writer. 

The famous writer, novelist, poet, short story writer, researcher, historian and international speaker Ana María Manuel Rosa has three Doctors Honoris Cause, too is Master Honoris Cause. She has the Recognition of the Medal of the Order of Cervantes and the Recognition of the Medal of Kairat Duissenov; she is an Honorary Member of the International Arts Council (IAC); Academic of the World Academy of Culture and Literature AMCL corresponding to Chair 18 and Patron Jorge Luis Borges of Brazil since 05-04-2022; Academic of the International Academy of Arts, Letters and Sciences ALPAS-21 “A palavra do século 21” corresponding to Chair 27 and Patron Hugo Wast of Brazil from 06-24 and 07-29-2022 with double oath; Honorary Member of the Latin American Poets Club; Member of Ciesart 2017105433-AR; Honorary Member of the Union of Writers and Artists of Tarija; Latin American Lady of Poetry; Director of the Mendoza Delegation of the North American Academy of International Modern Literature ANLMI Argentine Republic Chapter from 11-18-2020 to 04-27-2021; Recognition of the Academy of the Government of Gujarat India for Argentina with Motivational Strips of Oman in 2020, 2021 and 2022; Peace Love Member of International Human Rights Organization IHRO; Universal Ambassador of Peace from Universal Circle of Peace Ambassadors (France-Swiss); Universal Ambassador of Culture; Literature Ambassador; International Ambassador for Creativity and Humanity; Cultural Ambassador for the World in Argentina of Ciesart; Women Ambassador Sunflower Culture of Equity; Humanitarian Ambassador; Ambassador of Access to Human Rights International AHRI; Cultural Ambassador of INNER CHILD PRESS of Washington USA for Argentina and South America and International Ambassador of Peace of World Literary Forum for Peace and Human Rights WLFPHR. 

She has recently been appointed with the position of Executive Director of Cohesion Cultural Projects: History, Poetry, Arts, Food Science, Education and Creation; Narrative, Biodiversity, Multidisciplinary Gender Equality of the International Sunflower Women and Men Network in Mendoza (Argentina) 2021-2022. A position she appointed on 10-04-2021 for being too busy with her own personal projects, which demand a lot of her time. Too she is General Director of Social Assignments of Ciesart of Barcelona Spain. 

On April 14, 2021, she was appointed International Director of Social Theme of Ciesart (Chamber International of Writers and Artists) of Spain (Europe); resigning for personal issues and projects on Wednesday, April 27, 2022. 

Too, she is a Foreign Advisor of SURYODAYA of India the literary forum of India for Argentina. 

She was a President of Argentina and Spain in the Alliance of Organization of Art, Creativity and Goodwill OACG among Morocco-Argentina-Spain signed with the IFCH International Forum for Creativity and Humanity of Morocco from 02-26-2021 to 09-27-2021; leaving the same to prosecute their own projects.

And she was the Creator and Administrator of the space in the Facebook called Organization of Art, Creativity and Goodwill from Argentina. She is an Honorable Advisor of the forum Poetry and Literature World Vision of Bangladesh. And there are some others forums where she is advisor, moderator and administrator. 

Founder and President Lifetime Cultural Literary of the Alliance Italo Hispanic Argentina Artistic Poetic Literary "The Garden of the Poets" since September 21, 2021.

Founder and Lifetime President of Interplanetary Art and Literature "Creative Poetic Inspiration" since October 16, 2021.

Founder and President of the publishing house Ana María Manuel Rosa Editorial.

Too she organized and is a Co-founder and Director of Literature and Community Outreach of A.C.U. Universal Cultural Alliance of Argentina for all over the world. 

And she has been honored in life with her name in the creation of the "Dr. Ana María Manuel Rosa" Virtual Popular Library from Facebook to the world fed with books from great world-renowned literatures, Novices writers and other areas of knowledge; being the first library of this nature and the first in the world in homage to a writer in life.

She gives lectures on humanistic and humanitarian topics in defense of the rights of children, women, the elderly, family values, the disappearance of people, sexual slavery, in defense of the environment, scientists, genealogy, education in general, Information and Communication Technologies or ICT for children and adults, literature and creativity among other important topics. Too, she gives talks and lectures to children from elementary schools as well as from secondary schools and the university.

Featured books: "UNSCRUPULOUS II - SEXUAL SLAVERY AND THE DISAPPEARANCE OF PEOPLE" by the Chamber of Senators of the Province of Mendoza (Argentina) declared of interest; "MALVINAS - THE ENDLESS WAR" by the Honorable Deliberative Council of San Rafael (Mendoza) declared of social, educational and community interest; and “TRAVELING BY SULKY” of the Read, Count and Watch Collection declared of interesy by: H. Chamber of Deputies; and H. Chamber of Senators of the Province of Corrientes (Argentina), cultural interest by Cultural Institute of Corrientes, and educational interest by Cultural Ministry of Corrientes.    

Dr. Ana María Manuel Rosa is working in the Anthology “Peace, humanity and love for the entire world” that it will be in Spanish, English, French and Italy. 

She has participated in more than 160 Anthologies from Argentina, Bolivia, Colombia, Chile, Ecuador, Mexico, Peru, Trinidad, USA, Albania, Spain, Bangladesh, India, Indonesia and Taiwan (Spanish, English, Bengali, Hindi and Mandarin Chinese); written in international virtual magazines; she has made presentations on "Sexual slavery, human trafficking and disappearance of people" and "Information and Communication Technologies or ICT"; "Caring for the environment and climate change", "Traditions" and "Cultural identities of peoples", "Against violence and sexual harassment in children"; "Ancestral and current scientific-medical enigmas and mysteries"; interviewed by different media; won international literary competitions; participated in international meetings of face-to-face writers in Bolivia, Colombia and Venezuela, and currently in important international meetings on virtual platforms in Argentina, Bolivia, Costa Rica, Chile, France, India, Oman, Spain and Mexico. And she has been multi-awarded worldwide with Great Women 2020 awards, Vip Gold Lighthouse 2020, Mendocino Condor and Nevado Solidary 2018 in Argentina; Light to Excellence 2019 in Colombia; declared Distinguished Visitor by the municipalities of Tarija and San Lorenzo in 2019; Woman of letters and Historian in Latin America, Honorary Member of Literature and Outstanding Personality of the year 2019 at the Intercontinental Latin American Gold Awards of Venezuela; Excellence in Literature at the 2019 Latin Music Awards; and Universal Ambassador for Literature, Peace, and Culture in the 2020 Intercontinental Latin American Gold Awards.

She has already published 29 books of the complete authorship of her:

2010 - 1°) “Julián Manuel Santos” 

2012 - 2°) “Julián Manuel Santos, his story and of his descendents: history &

                   photos of the railroad, of Policlinic, of old and new San Rafael and his 

                   natal Medina de Rioseco and of his wife in Tabernas” 

2012 - 3°) Poems of “Feelings, longings, values and the path of life and dreams”

2012 - 4°) “Centennial Families: Rosa Rueda & Idañez Pascual”

2014 - 5°) “Rosendo and the secret of his hidden and covert family scams”

2014 - 6°) “True tales of children's adventures: another look”

2014 - 7°) “Egolitra & Caín: Betrayal and the mystery of a secret-Story of 

                   deceptions, lies and betrayals” 

2015 - 8°) “Escapes from oppression”  

2015 - 9°) “Blanca Giacaman of Méndez- Chronicle of a woman who passed between

                    thorns and roses”

2017 - 10°) “Spies” 

2018 - 11°) “Unprotected” 

2018 - 12°) “Unscrupulous I – Without humanity and without feelings”

2018 - 13°) “Unscrupulous II – Sexual slavery and the disappearance of people”

2018 - 14°) “Unscrupulous III – Crows or vultures?”  

2018 - 15°) “Neighbors I – Horizontal property” 

2018 - 16°) “Neighbors II – Stories behind the mud wall” 

2019 – 17º) “My Family Recipes - Simple Recipes”

2019 – 18º) “World bandits I - Banditry, piracy, mafia and drug trafficking: stories,

                      myths and legends”

2019 – 19º) “World bandits II - Banditry, mafia, maras, gangs and drug trafficking: 

                      stories, myths and legends”

2019 – 20º) “World bandits III - Banditry, mafia and drug trafficking: stories, myths 

                     and legends”

2019 – 21º) “Vietnam - The lost war”

2019 – 22º) “Malvinas – Endless war”

2022 – 23°) “Traveling by sulky” from the Reading, Counting and Watching Collection

2022 – 24°) “Argentina-Indonesia Cultural Poetic Anthology” bilingual Spanish and Indonesian binational exchange with Indonesia and in addition to the Argentine publication there is the publication carried out in Indonesia by Indonesia

2022 – 25°) “Argentina-Indonesia Cultural Poetic Anthology” Spanish version published in Argentina

2022 – 26°) “Anthology Argentina” The end of the world – own anthology version in Spanish

2022 – 27°) “Anthology Argentina” The end of the world – anthology and own translation English version  

2024 – 28ª) “Anthology Peace, Love and Humanity for the world” is working in this because is in process own anthology version in Spanish

2024 – 29ª) “Anthology Peace, Love and Humanity for the world” is working in this because is in process anthology and own translation English version   

Poem made songs: three (3)

2021 – 1ª) Song with the poem “Mujer Girasol” (“Sunflower woman”) the music, the composition of the music and the singer is Delia Martìnez from Venezuela and the letter in Spanish is from the Poem “Sunflower woman”. 

2021 – 2ª) Song with the poem “La poesìa” (“The Poetry”) the music, the composition of the music of Roberto Saldanha and the singer is Katia Rìos from Brasil and the letter in Spanish is from the Poem “The Poetry”.  

2024 – 3ª) Song with the poem “La paz” (“The Peace”) the music, the composition of the music of Roberto Salda

nha and the singer is Katia Rìos from Brasil and the letter in Spanish is from the Poem “The Peace”.  

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Poem - The Bewitching Hour

 

 

"The Bewitching Hour"

Shahid Abbas

 

Deep in the dark of night 

Lying awake  

Your image burned into my imagination 

Eyes closed as dreams of you descend like warmth deep in the cold of winter   

As the bewitching hour approaches thoughts flash back to our first meeting 

When universes collided that fateful day

 

Recalling the mysteriousness of it all

I smile 

Then hearing a whisper 

Urging me to write a poem 

Honoring the great gift of generosity given to me 

A gratuitous offering made by the heavens 

 

Let a million twinkling stars bear witness to our joy

Our gratitude to a kind universe 

 

As sunlight rises over the horizon   

Thoughts turn to love's enigmatic nature  

Suddenly I experience a compelling urge to dance 

With my back to the wind 

Serenade clouds 

Hiding smiling angels  

Listening closely hearing their joyful sound 

Harmonizing the last note of your name 

 

Then I pray my urgent prayer that angels sing my name to you 

Sweet melodious music lifting you to the mountain top 

Where I impatiently wait your coming

 

My beating heart speaks only to your eyes

Your love is my buoy

Let my name be yours 

I am the poet who lives in you 

And you 

My love 

The constant inspiration alive in me.. 

 

©® Shahid Abbas

 

 

 

Shahid Abbas is a distinguished international author and poet hailing from Kirapla 421 G.B, Tandlianwala Faisalabad, Pakistan. His literary prowess has garnered numerous awards and accolades. He is the esteemed author of "Words from Nature" and the co-author of "We Speak in Syllables". His works have been featured in various prestigious international anthologies and diverse literary platforms, both in print and online. Notably, his writings have been translated into ten different languages, further solidifying his global literary presence.

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Poem - A Cuckoo

A Cuckoo 

Dr. Muhammad Ishaq Abbasi 

Pakistan

 

Wind blew from North, South East, West,

Dusk enveloped the entire forest,

I was lost in whispers by the fountain,

There, I saw a cuckoo on top of mountain,

Aha! I tried to touch him cooly cooly,

But, he flew away slowly slowly.

 Eyes were round and body was inky black,

He did not look woeful,worry and slack.

Always remained himself neat and clean,

Drank fresh water,

Ate fruit and bean.

Mind was full of lovely imagination,

He was his example in new Creation.

Flew slow and fast on his strong wings,

Very skillfully and beautifully he sings.

There was Such a melodiness in his sound,

The listeners were stunned all around.

Supported the oppressed and hated oppression,

In case of unintentional mistake,make a concession.

Did not suffer in any misconception 

Against dishonesty,disorder and corruption.

Built his nest on tree near the stream,

Used to see peaceful and sweet dream.

He lived his life with purity and piety,

Savior of peace and tranquility in society.

 

 

 

Short bio:

Dr.Muhammad Ishaq Abbasi (Islamabad, KAHUTA,Pakistan)

He is a world recognized poet and writer. He was born on Monday November 16,1975 in village Khuian tehsil kahuta Pakistan. He writes in English languages. He has written most of the poems on the subject of Nature and peace. He is working as a teacher by profession. He has won prominent position many times in poetry competitions.He is an active member of various literary and creative platforms. His writings are part of several international and national magazines, journals, anthologies and newspapers. He has won many awards in his write ups and ,When he was three years old,his mother fell into a ravine and was hospitalized for six months before dying.

The journey from childhood to adolescence was spent without the wings of a mother, which is difficult to describe in words. And also raise his voice through pen for peace in the world..

The following is a list of the international organizations he is part of

Oxygen Pen.Genesis World writers Community.

Iqra Foundation. Literary Creations .World literary forum for peace and Human Rights.Pen wonder International.The Dream Of Equality Pakistan.Literature Archive Bangladesh.The passion Of Poetry.Poetry for Humanity & Nature.World peace of poets.World Of Poets.

Peace and Love Inkers Society.The International Poetry.Taifas Literary Magazine.

Poetry and literature world vision.DEMO GOG.

Words:A Renaissance.The Poetry center.Realms of poems.Poems and stories.

ILA Magazine.Motivational strips.World kids book poetic.United Poets and heart.Flladi poetic.Sparking Quil.world spiritual love and peace Humanity literary Foundation.The Temple of impeccable writers.The Dream Of Equality Nigeria.Elite Arab Creative Union.

Ever Child lifeline Foundation.Al Fayad academy Egypt.The international Academy of culture and Literature Cosmos of poetry..Global writers Academy.Lido dell anima.people of poetry parliament.

 His poems have been published in various anthologies and Newspaper of the world, for example.Women the society backbone. The Poetic Soul.Peace and Love Inkers Around the World.Midnight in the Garden of Peace.The Mask,You,Mari maa,Alone,Chucerberrirs Garden,A Bouquet of Triple colours.Awskener of hidden potential, Amazing Gardener,The Global Nation Newspaper ,LISSALBA Newspaper,World Record book Hyperpoem.A True Love Adicates.Rape,The world contemporary Poets vol 2. Twinkling of Star.

Summer Night.Al Fayad academy Egypt.Reven Cage magazine.

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Poem - Full of the Smell of Sunshine

 

 

Full of the Smell of Sunshine

 Sophy Chen

 

On the first floor, the balcony

Covered by a few clusters of banana trees all year round

It’s hard to see the sun

It’s his little trick again

The underpants that can’t be exposed to the sun

Rows of colorful flowers

Flower butterflies

Are flying on the window bars!

At my fingertips, dry and cool

Full of the smell of sunshine...

 

 

 

About Sophy Chen:

 

Sophy Chen, Lihua Chen, born in Lueyang, Hanzhong, Shannxi Province, China, is the Chinese contemporary poet, translator, publisher and world poetry manager. She graduated from English Institute of Xi'an International Studies University in English Literature. She is the founder of Sophy Chen World Poetry Awards, the President of Sophy International Translation Publishing House, Sophy Chen World Poetry Museum, the Chief Editor and Translator of Sophy Chen's Translation World Poetry Yearbook (C-E Bilingual), Sophy Poetry & Translation(C-E) World Poetry Paper Magazine, and Sophy Poetry & World Translation Websites. Sophy Chen is Admin Of PENTASI B World Friendship Poetry, a Member of the Translators Association of China, and a Member of the World Nations Writers Union, Kazakhstan. Sophy Chen is appointed as a Honorary Membership of PABLO NERUDA ASSOCIAZIONE CULTURALE and Jury Of “Il Parnaso - Angelo La Vecchia Award” of Italy. SOPHY CHEN is appointed as AMBASSADOR TO CHINA by THE ACADEMIC SENATE, ACADEMY OF ARTS AND PHILOSOPHICAL SUAENCES of LUCIUS ANNAEUS SENECA. SOPHY CHEN is appointed as AMBASSADOR TO CHINA by “Il Parnaso - Angelo La Vecchia Award” of Italy. She began to write Chinese poetry in 1989 and English poetry in 2004, and translate Chinese Poetry into English poetry and English poetry into Chinese poetry in 2005.

Her Main World Awards：

The annual International Best Translator Award（2012）; the Legendary Poet Awards（2012）;the Chinese Contemporary Poetry Translation Award (2013-2014); Pentasi B World Featured Poet and Pentasi B World Inspirational Poet（2018）; the International Icon of Literature of Mewadev Laurel Award of India（2018）; Neruda Award of Italy（2019）; the Wrangal's Golden Peacock Award of India（2019）; Culture & Friendship Award of India（2019）; Poet’s Golden Shawl of India（2019）; Pentasi B Pentasian Award（2019）; Pentasi B World Poet Laureate Award（2019）; Pentasi B World Golden Voice Poetry（2019）; “Il Parnaso - Angelo La Vecchia Award”of Italy（2019）；AMBASSADOR TO CHINA by THE ACADEMIC SENATE, ACADEMY OF ARTS AND PHILOSOPHICAL SUAENCES of LUCIUS ANNAEUS SENECA(2023) in Hall of the Stables, Norman-Swabian Castle Sannicandro di Bari,Italy 2023-10-14; AMBASSADOR TO CHINA by “Il Parnaso - Angelo La Vecchia Award” of Italy(2023) in Canicatti Theater, Sicilia, Italy in 2023 2023-10-21, etc.

Her Main Translated, Edited and Published Poetry Collections:

Sophy Poetry & Translation (C-E) World Poetry Paper Magazine.

The Flower Swaying(C-E) (2014); Tibetan Incense (C-E) (2014); The Outlook of Life (C-E)(2014); Different Tunes (C-E) (2014); The Body Forward (C-E) (2015); A Poetry Biography for White Snake (C-E) (2015); I Find Your Beauty In The Taste Of Your Eyes (C-E) (2019); Poetry Selection Of PENTASI B 2019 China World Poetry Festival & Sophy Chen World Poetry Awards(C-E) (2019); The Complete Poems Collection Of PENTASI B 2019 China World Poetry Festival & Sophy Chen World Poetry Awards (C-E) (2019); Sophy Chen's Translation World Poetry Yearbook 2021 (C-E Bilingual) ; Sophy Chen’s Translation World Poetry Yearbook 2022 (C-E Bilingual) ; The Complete Poems Collection Of PENTASI B 2019 China World Poetry Festival & Sophy Chen World Poetry Awards (C-E) (2023), A Collection Of Birds Singing by Yi Sha（2023）；A Collection Of Chinese Sonnets The Elegy Of The Lyre by Dazang Chen Translated by Sophy Chen（2023）; The Song of The Dynasty by FU SHANG（2023）; Dust Poetry Collection by Qingdao Cheng Yin（2023）; LOVE SONGS ON THE BORDER by Asparagus Cochinchinensis（2023）, etc.

Her Written Poetry Collections:

Sophy Chen's English Sonnets, Tuberose (E-E) (2018); Sophy Chen's First Original E-C Poetry Collection, A Wizened Rose（2023）.

Organizing and Planning of Major World Poetry Activities:

Sophy Chen is the Host-Organizer & Sponsor of CHINA WORLD POETRY FESTIVAL and PENTASI B World Fellowship of China 2019 and 2023. She has successfully organized, sponsored and held 2019 PENTASI B China World Poetry Festival & Sophy Chen World Poetry Awards in China. She has successfully organized, sponsored and held the book launching of Sophy Chen's Translation World Poetry Yearbook 2021 (C-E Bilingual),etc.

 

 

 

 

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POEM - FEELINGS OF LOVE

 

FEELINGS OF LOVE

Dr. Frieda Norma Dela Cruz

Philippines 

 

Love is a wonderful thing one can feel 

It is sweet even with pain, nothing can heal

Love is the deep blue sea full of tears

It helps you to conquer fears. 

 

Love is like a mountain tree of pine

It has that sweet scent like that of vine 

Love is like a precious gemstone

It produces hardships as it is grown. 

 

Love is a kind of sickness which has no cure 

The one who experience it is pure

Love teaches human the way to live

A lot of sacrifices and happiness 

He survives. 

 

Love is the garden of death 

It is a debt one pays for every breath

Love is a wild storm full of destruction

The one who is involved can't follow any instruction. 

 

Love is a sweet and wild passion

It has become today’s world fashion

The true lover’s soul seems to be dead

It is counterfeited and taken over the lover's head. 

 

Love is a feeling of affection and possession

Lover’s heart keeps its impression

Love is a fire that burns the heart

It is sincerely felt when a beloved goes apart. 

 

Dr. Frieda Norma Dela Cruz

Philippines ©®

July 29, 2024

 

 

BIOGRAPHY:

FRIEDA NORMA DIVINA-DELA CRUZ

 

■A Published Author

  Comfort for All Seasons - Vol. 1

■An Entrepreneur

Resident of Tarlac City, Philippines

 

Frieda is an Accountant by profession with the Degree of Bachelor of Science in Commerce, Accounting major at Far Eastern University, Manila Philippines.

 

She studied Management Development Program at the Ateneo de Manila University.

 

She's an Admin  and  Founding Member of the Self Published x Movement.

 

She's  an Admin of the Filipino Poets in Blossoms 

 

Managing Editor of the Blossoms Journal International Magazine. 

 

Admin of the United Poets @ Heart.

 

Admin of the Writers Waves

 

Further, she is Co-Author of different Book Anthologies.

 

And an Advisor of the Glory Future Foundation.

 

Membership Organizations:

 

*PGBI - Philippine Guardians Brotherhood Inc.(Spider group

 

*ERSRT - Eagle Riders Shooting and Rescue Team (Philippines)

 

*Kiwanis International Club (Philippines)

 

*Rotary Club of Eastern Tarlac (Philippines)

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I Love You and the Rest Will Follow

I Love You and the Rest Will Follow 

Aziz Mountassir (Morocco)

 

 

I love you, and the rest will follow,

Your eyes, a beacon in the night,

Whispered words that chase my sorrow,

In your heart, I find my light.

 

With every moment, love grows stronger,

Life's colors bloom when you're near,

Distances dissolve, the wait no longer,

Silent ice melts, the sun appears.

 

I love you, and the rest will follow,

For in you, love's endless sea,

Passion deep, no room for hollow,

You are my poem, my eternity.

 

In your presence, dreams awaken,

Every touch, a verse anew,

Promises of love unshaken,

I love you, and the rest will too.

 

 

আমি তোমাকে ভালোবাসি এবং বাকিরা অনুসরণ করবে 

আজিজ মৌনতাসির (মরক্কো)

অনুবাদ: মোঃ ইজাজ আহামেদ (ভারত)

 

 আমি তোমাকে ভালোবাসি এবং বাকিরা অনুসরণ করবে,

 তোমার আঁখি, বাতিঘর রাতে 

 ফিসফিস শব্দ যা আমার দুঃখকে তাড়া করে,

 তোমার হৃদয়ে আমি পাই আমার আলো খুঁজে। 

 

 ভালবাসা শক্তিশালী হয় প্রতি মুহুর্তের সাথে

 যখন তুমি কাছে থাকো, জীবনের রং ফুটে 

 দূরত্বের অবসান হয়, অপেক্ষা আর নয়,

 নীরব বরফ গলে, সূর্য আবির্ভূত হয়।

 

 আমি তোমাকে ভালোবাসি এবং বাকিরা অনুসরণ করবে,

 ভালবাসার অসীম সমুদ্র তোমার মধ্যে

 আবেগ গভীর, মিথ্যার নেই কোন জায়গা 

 তুমি আমার কবিতা, আমার অমরতা।

 

 তোমার সান্নিধ্যে স্বপ্ন জাগে,

 প্রতিটি স্পর্শ, একটি পদ্য নতুন করে,

 ভালোবাসার প্রতিশ্রুতি অটুট থাকে,

 আমি তোমাকে ভালবাসি এবং বাকিরাও করবে। 

 

 

 

 

*এই কবিতাটি ইংরেজি থেকে বাংলায় অনুবাদ করা হয়েছে মোঃ ইজাজ আহামেদ-এর দ্বারা অরঙ্গাবাদ, মুর্শিদাবাদ, পশ্চিমবঙ্গ, ভারত থেকে।

This poem has been translated into Bengali from English by Md Ejaj Ahamed from Aurangabad, Murshidabad, West Bengal, India)

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