আর্কাইভস আর্কাইভস ৫১

POEM- LOST IN A DREAM !

LOST IN A DREAM !

With sprinkling droplets of nectar

The king of seasons has arrived

Love and madness in your blue eyes

Something in the core of my heart

Burns in an unknown fire in this rain

Looking for you I'm lost in a dream

As the dark dusky clouds wander Through out the untamed sky of time

The night passes slowly in my eyes

And despite attempts I can't sleep.

©®Dr Prasana Kumar Dalai@ India.

০২:৪৭ পিএম, ১৫ সেপ্টেম্বর ২০২৪ রোববার

Poem - Let Me Write in Your Heart!!

Let Me Write in Your Heart!!

Reyde Arias

Cuba(España)

Let me write in your heart..

The most beautiful words ..

What I carry inside my heart..

I am going to write them with the sweet love of my soul..

I will write you the details of a melody..

That stayed in all your skin..

This way you will feel that I am tied to your being...

This way you will know that my heart is yours..

And that my soul is very in love with you..

Feel every letter of my soul running through your skin..

Your beautiful warm skin be white and smooth with love..

Let my gaze tell you many times I love you..

Do not be afraid in this love of both..

Because only my heart and soul love you.....

০২:৪৬ পিএম, ১৫ সেপ্টেম্বর ২০২৪ রোববার

Poems

THEY SAY…

Dr. Frieda Norma Dela Cruz

Philippines

They say that I'll learn

how to survive,

Without you,

They say that you'll

heal soon,

But I cannot even

breathe without you,

It is so hard for me to live,

Knowing that you'll

never return,

Time hasn't healed me yet,

But yes, it is now

teaching me,

To live with that pain.

MY TEDDY BEAR

Dr. Frieda Norma DelaCruz

Philippines

My cute, smiling Teddy Bear

You’re my Love and Comforter

When I’m alone, you keep me company

You’re a cuddly companion that makes me happy.

Every morning when I wake up

Hug you, cuddle you then look up

I pray God will guide me the whole day

My Teddy Bear remains at home while I’m away.

My dear Teddy Bear,

You’re not a boring stuff

You’re the favorite,

I can cuddle you

with love

You give me these -

Unconditional love

During tough times,

You bear with me,

You’re my stress-reliever

And Comforter forever,

Love you, my Teddy Bear,

for life!

YOU ARE MY DREAM

Dr. Frieda Norma Dela Cruz

Philippines

You are my dream

The qualities of the man I seek, you possess

Guided by integrity, empathy and

responsibility

You treat everyone with respect and acceptability.

You are my dream

Committed to help others when needed

You are emotionally intelligent,

People that surround you are well treated.

You are my dream

My buddy, soulmate and dearest friend

Our communication lines are open.

We can easily express our thoughts and ideas together.

You are my dream

A person who keeps his words and commitments

Someone I admire a lot.

And Worthy to be loved.

Dr. Frieda Norma Dela Cruz

Philippines ©®

০২:৪৪ পিএম, ১৫ সেপ্টেম্বর ২০২৪ রোববার

Rakela Yzeiri (Zoga) was born in the city of Korça, Albania. The passion for literature was early, but she would reach artistic maturity after higher studies at the “Language – Literature” Faculty, where she presented herself and affirmed her name in the most popular publications of the time, in the most important periodicals of the country; “Zëri i Rinisë” (Voice of the Youth), “Drita” (Light), “Nëntori” (November), and others. After that, her literary creativity was published in many newspapers, literary magazines and several anthologies in Albania, Kosovo, Greece, Italy, etc. These publications established her creative personality and wider recognition in the field of letters.

Rakela is a special voice, a poet of lyricism and exaltation, and as such she travels through verse, in the inexhaustible muse and colors that touch the soul. She lives with poetry, meets silence and dreams, merges with words and all this to experience true art and leave an indelible mark in Albanian literature.

She has published the poetic volumes:

Let’s remain friends

Come tonight

Swan in the fog

Wake up on an autumn day

He currently lives and works in Greece.

Maybe one day…

I tell you never woo me again,

No time for sadness to embrace..

I soothed my heart with much pain,

Forgot that Fall an’ body in grace..

Never again try with caresses,

For I can’t laugh, joy’s left apart,

My lips, that time gave you sweet kisses,

Now they are hostage to a cold heart…

My eyes are turning almost blind

Their power of sight taken away..

Although my sight now declined..

Much light I find from a Sun’s ray..

I ask you now: Away from me..

Maybe one day I’ll be safe and sound..

Deep in my heart I’ll seek and see,

But also in nameless stalagmites.

Night of Glass

With a look of glass, you came at night,

On that piece of glass I broke, alas

Slowly over me, your gaze would glide,

You gathered me gently in your arms.

I searched eagerly for you through tears,

My brew grew cold and my lips dried.

I forgot you were huddled in the glass.

As I rested my face close like a child.

‘Twas the magic game of crazy distance,

I wished it were true, just as it seems,

A body, dressed in a glassy appearance,

definitely kills all the sacred dreams.

Translation from Albanian into English by Alfred Kola

০২:৪২ পিএম, ১৫ সেপ্টেম্বর ২০২৪ রোববার

Poems

Barbara Di Sacco (Italy)

Barbara Di Sacco is an Italian poet, born in Tuscany in 1964.

Drawing inspiration from the beautiful nature, she writes poems in free verse, conjures up metaphors and recounts her own memories tied to her life and her dearest places.

Touching up diverse topics, her writing waves love and peace, placing herself against war and observing human and civil rights, while denouncing the abuse of power on the weak and the planet.

She has faith in the power of words.

In a café

Elle, lighter than her own shoes

Like those bows

Makes her legs fall down

With her hands

Dull look towards the glass

Letting her dream.

Alone, Marcellin

To him seems

Sat down and absorbed, smokes

Staring at the void.

Two faces kidnapped

By the green witch called absinthe.

In that bohemian café

She, an actress

Takes off the mask to swallow

And to tell herself

That life pleases her.

He is an engraver

Rough beard and drinker

As he placates

His appetite of misery.

The cocktail bar

For innovator artists

Revolutionaries around Paris

And everywhere, the art.

Edgar, the painter

Like so you sacrificed us

Dreaming and sad

Two lost souls, each one of us

Sitting with loneliness.

The Unbearable Lightness of Being according to Kundera

Getaway on a lambretta

From the last war debris

set aside under the squares’ sun.

Ladies in Chanel, sat on the side

Pink-blushed face

Wrapped and tied

In scarves

Reminding abstract Modernism.

Lads, men wearing

American cut shirts

With thin ties.

Flying away from cages of oppression

And blossoming springs in Prague

Towards horizons in San Francisco.

Books open on lawns

Or on burnt sands

By a sea undressed

From black canvas

Inviting to deep dives

In the blue waves of freedom.

The first two pieces

Of folly in beaches of faiths.

Two the Americas split up

Following military experiences

Englightning for Salinger

And Hemingway

Towards Marquez’s burning sun.

In the summer of love

The beginning of counterculture

Flashes the next autoanalysis

Of Kundera, about desires

And contradictions.

What happened

Once

Stays reflected on the river

Stared by herons

In the blended shades of the sky

On what did not occur

Flown over between

wide wings

On timeless conversations.

Translated into English by Francesca Bartolozzi

০২:৪১ পিএম, ১৫ সেপ্টেম্বর ২০২৪ রোববার

Poems

Barbara Di Sacco (Italy)

Barbara Di Sacco is an Italian poet, born in Tuscany in 1964.

Drawing inspiration from the beautiful nature, she writes poems in free verse, conjures up metaphors and recounts her own memories tied to her life and her dearest places.

Touching up diverse topics, her writing waves love and peace, placing herself against war and observing human and civil rights, while denouncing the abuse of power on the weak and the planet.

She has faith in the power of words.

In a café

Elle, lighter than her own shoes

Like those bows

Makes her legs fall down

With her hands

Dull look towards the glass

Letting her dream.

Alone, Marcellin

To him seems

Sat down and absorbed, smokes

Staring at the void.

Two faces kidnapped

By the green witch called absinthe.

In that bohemian café

She, an actress

Takes off the mask to swallow

And to tell herself

That life pleases her.

He is an engraver

Rough beard and drinker

As he placates

His appetite of misery.

The cocktail bar

For innovator artists

Revolutionaries around Paris

And everywhere, the art.

Edgar, the painter

Like so you sacrificed us

Dreaming and sad

Two lost souls, each one of us

Sitting with loneliness.

The Unbearable Lightness of Being according to Kundera

Getaway on a lambretta

From the last war debris

set aside under the squares’ sun.

Ladies in Chanel, sat on the side

Pink-blushed face

Wrapped and tied

In scarves

Reminding abstract Modernism.

Lads, men wearing

American cut shirts

With thin ties.

Flying away from cages of oppression

And blossoming springs in Prague

Towards horizons in San Francisco.

Books open on lawns

Or on burnt sands

By a sea undressed

From black canvas

Inviting to deep dives

In the blue waves of freedom.

The first two pieces

Of folly in beaches of faiths.

Two the Americas split up

Following military experiences

Englightning for Salinger

And Hemingway

Towards Marquez’s burning sun.

In the summer of love

The beginning of counterculture

Flashes the next autoanalysis

Of Kundera, about desires

And contradictions.

What happened

Once

Stays reflected on the river

Stared by herons

In the blended shades of the sky

On what did not occur

Flown over between

wide wings

On timeless conversations.

Translated into English by Francesca Bartolozzi

০২:৪১ পিএম, ১৫ সেপ্টেম্বর ২০২৪ রোববার

Poems

Agron Shele (Albania – Belgium)

https://atunispoetry.com/

Agron Shele was born in October 7th, 1972, in the Village of Leskaj, city of Permet, Albania. Is the author of the following literary works: “The Steps of Clara” (novel), “Beyond a grey curtain” (novel), “Wrong Image” (novel), “Innocent Passage” (poetry), White stones (poetry) RIME SPARSE-Il suono di due voci poetiche del Mediterraneo (Poesie di Agron Shele e Claudia Piccinno), La mia Musa (“Libri di-versi in diversi libri” – Italy, 2020); Murmure d’un autre monde (poetry), Klisania, Queen of the lake (short story) and “Ese-I and Ese-II”. Agron Shele is also the coordinator of International Anthologies: “Open Lane-1”, “Pegasiada, Open Lane-2, ATUNIS magazine (Nr 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8 )” and Atunis Galaxy Anthology 2018, 2019, 2020, 2021, 2022, 2023. He is the winner of some international literary prizes. Is a member of the Albanian Association of Writers, member of the World Writers Association, in Ohio, United States, Poetas del Mundo, WPS, Unione world Poetry and the President of the International Poetical Galaxy “Atunis”. He is published in many newspapers, national and international magazines, as well as published in many global anthologies: Almanac 2008, 2017; World Poetry Yearbook 2009, 2013, 2015, The Second Genesis-2013, Kibatek 2015-Italy, Metafora (Poland), Keleno-Greece, etc. Currently resides in Belgium and continues to dedicate his time and efforts in publishing literary works with universal values.

That’s me

And I can’t be changed.

Always remaining the inconvenience of the day

A fatigue from the hours playing the marionets

And I believe that even one moment

Can adjudicate the meaning of the universe

The ghosts in the brain

In the flames and the soul

To burn the dark mass of the world

On the stake, fueled by my limbs,

That blaze more than the light itself.

Vertigo in the space

Between two different rhythms

The one chained at the altar built from ancient beliefs

And the hurry to catch the lost past.

Time with no vortex

But a crystal river that is fed on snow

Flowing in my regions

Streaming in my veins

Still believing in a menhir that marks my geneses

In a castle that kneads warrior’s blood under the moss

In a bridge that connect the sun’s crossing

In a shore that hides the lost bell underneath

The ancient oak.

Peace With the Season

I

Here is the land

With the leaves hovering to descend

Laid the yellow carpet

In mosaics that reveal the dilemmas of time,

As far as you can see

In the sky and the basements below,

Where light beams don’t reach

But the mystery becomes even greater,

Hiding the old colors

And steps they can never reach.

This sky is bronze today

With beams that often reach the cathedral,

Where all the gates of the soul open

Where a mother gathers them at her breast,

The magical St. Mary is waiting as always with open arms

Illuminating the dome above each sun.

II

Here is the lake

With empty boats,

Lying quietly on the wings of the reeds that begin to sprout,

A swan that flies to the waters,

In its journey

Scoring scars reaching up to the eyes,

It says sometimes late in the evening

In a peace made sacrifice.

I saw the trees

The shadow is reflected in clear water,

Ready to strip and plumb the depths,

Like branches that breathe the bows of the forest,

As the only refuge of flight birds.

III

…And then a wide sidewalk

Where feet trample everyday life,

Between the time

of buildings built by medieval hands

And people who go and come back again.

০২:৪০ পিএম, ১৫ সেপ্টেম্বর ২০২৪ রোববার

Poems

Jeton Kelmendi (Kosovo – Belgium)

Jeton Kelmendi is a famous poet, player, publicist, translator, publisher and a professor of university and academic. Born in the city of Peja, Kosovo (1978), he continued his studies at the University of Pristina and received the degree of Bachelor of Arts in Mass communication. He completed his post-graduate studies at the Free University of Brussels, Belgium, specializing in International and Security Studies. He finished his second master degree in diplomacy. Kelmendi did a PhD in the “Influence of media in EU Political Security Issues”. He is professor at AAB University College. He is active member of the European Academy of Science and Arts in Salzburg Austria. He is the most translated Albanian Poet and well known in Europe. According to a number of literary critics, Kelmendi is the genuine representative of modern Albanian poetry. He received more then 50 international and national awards. He has published 11 poetry books, 12 books on political sciences and he has translated more that 70 books. His poetry is translated in and published 42 languages.

Baptism of the Soul

A moment will accept also the time

It does not have to happen different when people love.

—Odysseus Elitis

Ignored by laws and rules

Get ready

That I look at you with blue eyes

And capture you:

I say a word

And to nail

As Christ,

To baptize with two names

Both mine and yours

It’ life.

With the first name

I baptize the time,

With the second one

Thoughts approaching us:

This time

You are your own thoughts

And in these thoughts

You’re the self-time.

I want

That the sun to set beyond

My birth

Rise between us

And go down

Beyond You.

Me and you together cross over

The path

And we go to another field

Where are waiting for the sequel?

A Spoiled Thinking

High body

A mild thought

That comes

And it occupies me in the evenings,

Just before bedtime.

Sounder

Like the night that we loved

Faster

And quickly we left

Each other.

Wilder

A binding thought

That takes my time,

It forces me

To love you one more

Time

Like that first minute.

Lazdrak

Like a bad kid

A reflective thought

She flips me

With your love.

Ah thought, spoiled think!

০২:৩৯ পিএম, ১৫ সেপ্টেম্বর ২০২৪ রোববার

কবিতা - বেদনাশ্রু

বেদনাশ্রু

হান্নান বিশ্বাস

বাগান বিলাসের মতো সৌন্দর্য বাড়াতে

ইচ্ছেদের রোজ প্রুনিং করি

বাসি ভাবনাদের ছেঁটে দিই

টবের মাটিতে অবাঞ্ছিত জড়ের ন্যায়

মাটি একটু উর্বর রস দিলেই

মনে সবুজ শিশু পত্রের জন্ম হয়

স্বপ্নদের সাজিয়ে তুলি

নবকুড়ির সমারোহে অনাবিল আনন্দে

বাতাসের স্পর্শে

আকাশ ছোঁয়ার চেষ্টা করি

মন একটু সেঁজে উঠলেই

করিডোরের বারান্দা ঝলসে ওঠে

দিন শেষে হিসেব পত্রে গরমিল

কংক্রিটের কার্নিশ বেয়ে

বেদনাশ্রু গড়িয়ে পড়ে অভাগীর চোখের মতোই

০৩:৫৭ পিএম, ১৪ সেপ্টেম্বর ২০২৪ শনিবার

২টি কবিতা

* উত্তম শব্দ *

আছহাব উদ্দিন তালুকদার

(বর্ণানন্দন কাব্যের স্রষ্টা)

~~~~~~~~~

এক বর্ণে শ্রেষ্ঠতম শব্দ হলো মা,

অভিধানে মা শব্দের নেই উপমা।

দু'বর্ণে মহান শব্দ আজীব বাবা।

বাবা মানে চিরসাথী হৃদয় কাবা।

তিন-বর্ণে সুপ্তজ্ঞান শ্রেষ্ঠ বিবেক,

তত্ত্বজ্ঞানে মত্ত যেই সাধু সাবেক।

চার-বর্ণে মহোত্তম শব্দ মানবতা,

জীবেপ্রেম অবিহনে জীবন বৃথা।

পঞ্চ-বর্ণে শ্রেষ্ঠ শব্দ পরোপকার,

পরহিতে সর্বসুখ জীবন সাকার।

বর্ণ ছয়ে শব্দ সেরা সহনশীলতা,

ধৈর্যধারণ মানেই চির-সার্থকতা।

সপ্তম বর্ণে বোধ অনধিকারচর্চা,

অনর্থক কভু নহে বিবেক খরচা।

অষ্ট-বর্ণে শ্রেয়ঃ প্রত্যুৎপন্নমতিত্ব,

দূরদর্শি মানুষের স্বীকৃতি কৃতিত্ব।

ন-বর্ণে সেরা কিংকর্তব্যবিমূঢ়তা,

প্রতিবন্ধকতায় আবদ্ধ সফলতা।

দশ বর্ণ আত্মমর্যাদাবোধসম্পন্ন,

কাণ্ডজ্ঞানহীন নির্বোধরাই বিপন্ন।

* ব্যবহারে পরিচয় *

আছহাব উদ্দিন তালুকদার

(দৃষ্টিনন্দন কাব্যের জনক)

~~~~~~

ব্যবহারে বংশের পরিচয় ব্যবহারে নন্দিত,

ব্যবহারে মান কুলমান ব্যবহারেই নিন্দিত।

ব্যবহারে মহামতি ব্যবহারে দুষ্টমতি লোক,

ব্যবহারে মনুষ্যত্ব ব্যবহারে কৃত্ত মন্দলোক।

ব্যবহারে বিসংবাদ ব্যবহারে উঁচুনীচু ভেদ,

ব্যবহারে সংঘাত ব্যবহারে সম্বন্ধে বিচ্ছেদ।

ব্যবহারে মিতালি আর ব্যবহারে গলাগলি,

ব্যবহারে অতিষ্ঠ শিষ্ট ব্যবহারে গালাগালি।

ব্যবহারে প্রেমপ্রীতি ব্যবহারে বিশ্ব-সংহতি,

ব্যবহারে শ্লাঘা, ব্যবহারে বিদ্বেষ বিসংগতি।

ব্যবহারে কুজন চেনা ব্যবহার গুণে সুজন,

ব্যবহারে বিড়ম্বনা আবার ব্যবহারে পূজন।

ব্যবহারে পরিতুষ্ট ব্যবহারে পরিভ্রষ্ট লাচার,

ব্যবহারে ভণ্ডুল ব্যবহারে নীচকুল দুরাচার।

ব্যবহারে গর্হিত সমাজ ব্যবহারে আনুগত্য,

ব্যবহারে ব্রাত্য মানুষ ব্যবহারে মানুষ সত্য।

ব্যবহারে কুলগৌরব ব্যবহারে কুলবিনাশী,

ব্যবহারে স্বভাব বিচার ব্যবহারে সব্যসাচী।

ব্যবহারে শালীনতা কথাবার্তায় শ্লীল মৌন,

ব্যবহারে মানুষ চেনো রূপের ঝলক গৌণ।

নোট:

"বর্ণানন্দন কাব্য" মানে কবিতার প্রথম শব্দ যে বর্ণ দিয়ে আরম্ভ হবে আস্ত কবিতাটি একই বর্ণের শব্দ দিয়ে শেষ করতে হবে। অন্য বর্ণের শব্দ কবিতার ভিতরে যুক্ত করা যাবেনা। অথচ কবিতাটি তথ্য সমৃদ্ধ অর্থবহ হতে হবে। উদাহরণ ( ১) 'অ' বর্ণে যেমন:-

অনন্ত অসীম অর্হ অদ্বয়

অংশুমান আকায় অভয়।

অখিলের অধিপতি অজ

অদৃশ্যে অতিবল অগ্রজ।

2) 'আ' বর্ণে যেমন:-

আল্লাহ আসীন আরশে

আদৃত আসমানে আদ্য।

আত্মবশ আত্মভু আত্মা

আত্মনীন আবৃত আঢ্য।

৩) 'প' বর্ণে যেমন:-

'প' বর্ণে পৃথিবী 'প' পবন 'প' পরলোক,

'প' পরমপিতা 'প' পঞ্জিকা 'প' পরাঙ্মুখ।

এই হলো বর্ণানন্দ কাব্য লেখার নিয়ম।

#দৃষ্টিনন্দন কাব্যের নিয়ম# :- অক্ষরবৃত্তে লিখতে হবে কবিতা, পাশাপাশি কবিতার প্রতিটি চরণ যেন চুলবরাবর থাকে এদিকে তীক্ষ্ণ নজর রাখতে হবে। একসারি থেকে অপর সারির দৈর্ঘ্য যেন চুলবরার হয়, কবিতাটি দেখলে যেন মনে হয় রাডার স্কেলে মাফা। অক্ষরবৃত্তে লিখলেও সারির দৈর্ঘ্য সমান রাখা বড়ই কঠিন এবং সাধনার বিষয়। দৃষ্টিনন্দন কাব্য লিখতে প্রথমে সমার্থক শব্দ বেশি করে আয়ত্তে রাখা প্রয়োজন। নশ্চেৎ কবিতার প্রতিটি চরণের দৈর্ঘ্য চুলবরাবর সমান রাখা দুরূহ।

নমুনা যেমন:-( ১)

সাদা এবং কালোর সংমিশ্রণে বিশ্ব জ্ঞানকোষ,

ভালো এবং মন্দের যুগলবন্দিতে চলছে মানুষ।

যার গুণ যতো বেশি সেই সমাজে সমালোচিত,

গুণীর গুণকে নির্গুণীরা করতে চাহে কলুষিত।

(২) * দুখু মিয়া *

~~~~~

নামটি আমার দুলু মিয়া,

ডাকছে সবাই দুখু মিয়া।

ঘর-বাড়ির নেই ঠিকানা,

পথ-ঘাটে পাতি আস্তানা।

পরের বাসায় কাজ করি,

ফুটপাতে মোর ঘর-বাড়ি।

পিতামাতার নামটা বলো,

জন্ম-দিয়েই উধাও হলো।

দেখিনি যাদের স্বরূপ-টা,

কেমনে বলি ভাই নাম-টা?

০৩:৫৪ পিএম, ১৪ সেপ্টেম্বর ২০২৪ শনিবার

কবিতা - ছায়াপথে অপেক্ষা

ছায়াপথে অপেক্ষা
ডাঃ অনিরুদ্ধ পাল

আকাশের মাঝেতে ছায়াপথ ধরে হাঁটি,
কত স্মৃতি জমা আছে পথে তা দেখি।
শৈশবে একসাথে কত খেলা করেছি,
যৌবনের উচ্ছলতায় মেতে উঠেছি।
যৌবনের উচ্ছলতা কবে গেছে চুকে,
প্রৌঢ়ত্বের ছাপ পড়েছে মুখে চাহনিতে।
কাজে কর্মে, সুখে দুঃখে কাছে ছিল বাপি,
কোন কাজে পিছু হটে ফিরে নাহি চাহি।
তুমি চলে গেলে সেই সুদূরের পথে,
মন দেব তোমার অসমাপ্ত কাজে।
স্মৃতি যদিও কষ্ট দেয়, বিরহ বেদন লাগে,
তবুও সুখ-শান্তি, তবু্ও আনন্দ জাগে।
তরঙ্গ মিলায়ে যায়, তরঙ্গ আবার উঠে,
কুসুম ঝরিয়া পড়ে, আবার কুসুম ফোটে।
অরুণোদয়ে আলোর জ্যোতি দেখি অন্তরে,
প্রাণময় সুর ও তাল পরশিল মোর হৃদয়ে।
তাই অপেক্ষায় থাকি আমি তোমার,
কবে হবে দেখা মোদের আবার।

ডাঃ অনিরুদ্ধ পাল
হাওড়া, পশ্চিমবঙ্গ, ভারত

কবি পরিচিতিঃ- পশ্চিমবঙ্গের হাওড়া জেলার সরস্বতী নদীর তীরে ডোমজুড় থানার অন্তর্ভুক্ত দফরপুর গ্রামের পঞ্চাননতলায় ১৯৫৪ সালের ২৬শে এপ্রিল ডাঃ অনিরুদ্ধ পাল জন্মগ্রহণ করেন। পিতা প্রসাদ চন্দ্র পাল, মাতা চিন্তামণি দেবী। শিক্ষাগত যোগ্যতা - কলকাতার আশুতোষ কলেজ থেকে স্নাতক(Science Graduate)। এছাড়া হোমিওপ্যাথি ডিগ্রীও আছে। সরকারে উচ্চপদে অধিষ্ঠিত ছিলেন।
সাহিত্য চর্চা - বই লেখার সূত্রে এবং সমাজসেবার জন্য বিশেষত হোমিওপ্যাথি চিকিৎসা ও যোগথেরাপির দ্বারা দুস্থ ও আর্ত মানুষের সেবার মাধ্যমে রবীন্দ্র স্মৃতি পুরস্কার, বিদ্যাসাগর স্মৃতি পুরস্কার, রাজা রামমোহন রায় স্মৃতি পুরস্কার, ন্যাশনাল কোভিড -১৯ ওয়্যারিয়র্স পুরস্কার, ড. আম্বেদকর ফেলোশিপ ন্যাশনাল অ্যাওয়ার্ড - ২০২০, রবীন্দ্রনাথ ঠাকুর ন্যাশনাল ফেলোশিপ অ্যাওয়ার্ড -২০২১, গ্লোবাল হিউম্যান রাইট্স্ ফাউন্ডেশনের তরফ থেকে "প্রাইড বেঙ্গল " অ্যাওয়ার্ড, অল বেঙ্গল রিপোর্টার্স ক্লাবের তরফ থেকে " বিশ্ববাংলা সাহিত্য গৌরব " সম্মান, বিশ্ববাংলা সাহিত্য একাডেমি কর্তৃক "সাহিত্য রত্ন - ২০২২" সম্মান, ড. এ পি জে আবদুল কালাম জাতীয় পুরস্কার, Indo-Nepal Dalit Maitri International Award ইত্যাদি পেয়েছেন। বিশ্ব স্বাস্থ্য দিবসে স্বর্ণপদক ও স্টার পদকও পেয়েছেন। কলকাতা বইমেলায় ডাঃ পালের পাঁচটি বই প্রকাশ পেয়েছে - ১) 'অ্যালবাম', ২) 'জনসংখ্যা শিক্ষা প্রশিক্ষণ', ৩) 'রোগারোগ্যে হোমিওপ্যাথি সঙ্গে যোগপ্যাথি', ৪) ''সাগরিকা উপাখ্যান', ৫) 'মনোবীণা'(কাব্যগ্রন্থ), 'মহাপুরুষ প্রসঙ্গে' ও ৭) 'নানান্ প্রসঙ্গে' কবিতা ও প্রবন্ধ লেখেন। বিভিন্ন পত্রিকায় তা ছাপা হয়েছে। বিবাহ করেন ১৯৮৪ সালে। স্ত্রীর নাম তুলিকা পাল। স্ত্রী সায়েন্স গ্র্যাজুয়েট। এক কন্যা সাগরিকা ও এক পুত্র অর্ণব। অর্ণব কেন্দ্রীয় সরকারের অধীনে NIC-তে Scientist পদে কর্মরত। বর্তমানে অবসর জীবনে সাহিত্য ও সমাজ সেবায় নিজেকে নিয়োজিত রেখেছেন। তাঁর কাছে নিঃস্বার্থ সেবাই পরম ধর্মস্বরূপ।

০৮:২৮ এএম, ১৩ সেপ্টেম্বর ২০২৪ শুক্রবার

কবিতা - লোলুপ দৃষ্টি

লোলুপ দৃষ্টি

মোঃ ইজাজ আহামেদ

লোলুপ দৃষ্টিরা উঁকি মারে দেশে দেশে,

না সব দেশে নয়, তৃতীয় বিশ্বে,

তারপর শকুনের মতো

কিংবা জোঁকের মতো

নিজেদের পুষ্টি জোগায়।

এই অভিপ্রায়

বাড়িয়ে দিয়েছে অস্ত্রের প্রতিযোগিতা,

এই অভিপ্রায়

প্রথম বিশ্বকে চাপ দিয়েছে উপনিবেশ গঠন করতে

আর ঔপনিবেশিক শাসনের রোলারে পিষে

মার খেয়েছে অধিবাসীরা;

এখনও অব্যাহত রয়েছে কিছু দেশে।

স্নায়ু যুদ্ধ শেষে পরমাণু আর এখন চলছে

মিশাইল ও ড্রোনের প্রতিযোগিতা;

প্রথম বিশ্ব ও দ্বিতীয় বিশ্বের রেষারেষি;

পৃথিবীটা যেন হয়ে উঠছে অস্ত্রের কারখানা

আর মধ্যপ্রাচ্য অস্ত্র পরীক্ষার ল্যাবরেটরি।

১০:১৫ পিএম, ১২ সেপ্টেম্বর ২০২৪ বৃহস্পতিবার

Poem - I Raise My Voice As a Poet for Peace

About the Poetess:

Arelis Danger de la Cruz is an engineer, writer, columnist, columnist and Cuban poet born in Baracoa, Guantánamo, in 1966. She is a member of several international organizations, including the International Chamber of Writers & Artists, CIESART Global and the Royal International Academy of Art and Literature. He has participated in international poetry festivals, book fairs and poetic virtual events. He has received international awards and recognition for his literary work, such as the Golden Globe World Award for his fight for the conservation of the environment, an international recognition tribute to Miguel de Cervantes Saavedra. CIESART Global. Unión Continental Ciesart, receives certificate of honor series No.- FAP-PI-06-24-2690 by Intergalactic Poets Fundación Amazonía Productive Poetic Movement Parnaso Siglo XXI. She has also been named Ambassador of World Peace in 2024, received the Medal of Peace and has participated in various poetic anthologies and literary publications. His poems are disseminated on social networks and radio stations in Mexico, Colombia and Argentina, among other countries.

I Raise My Voice As a Poet for Peace

Arelis Danger de la Cruz

In the silence of a wounded world,

where the echo of pain resounds,

I raise my voice with burning fervor,

A song of peace that magnifies the soul.

No more cries of war, no more crying,

The silent bullets, the stifled anger,

A hug that breaks all brokenness,

A verse that embraces each day.

The hands that fight, not that destroy,

The looks that accompany, not that hurt,

The shared dreams, sweet and peaceful,

Under the mantle of love that envelops us.

In the dance of time, life flourishes,

Each word, a bridge, each rhyme,

My pen, in its flight, rage vanishes,

Leaving in its wake a path of esteem.

I raise my voice in a sincere song,

For those who have fallen, for those who still hope,

A hymn of life, a certain future,

Where peace shines and shadows change.

It is not just a wish, it is a commitment,

A flame lit in the dark night,

To be a beacon, to be a guide, in this precise,

Moment, hope, my soul at its height.

©️Copyright: Arelis Danger de la Cruz

১০:১২ পিএম, ১২ সেপ্টেম্বর ২০২৪ বৃহস্পতিবার

Poem - Are You Free

Are You Free

Eva Petropoulou Eva Lianou Petropoulou (Greece)

It is not about country or religion

It is not about who are you

Or who I am

It is not about your experience

It is not about who you like or not

It is all about injustice

Unknown person behind the curtains that take decisions

It is all about manipulation and violence

It is all about no ethics

People want to earn money fast

It is all about a fake world

And if you do not stay soft ..

If you don't keep the inner child

your soul will be lost....

তুমি কি মুক্ত

এভা পেট্রোপৌলৌ এভা লিয়ানো পেট্রোপৌলৌ (গ্রীস)

অনুবাদ: মোঃ ইজাজ আহামেদ

এটা দেশ বা ধর্ম সম্বন্ধে নয়

এটা তুমি কে সেই সম্বন্ধে নয়

বা আমি কে

এটা নয় তোমার অভিজ্ঞতা সম্পর্কে

তুমি কাকে পছন্দ করো বা না করো নয় সেই সম্পর্কে

এটা অবিচার সন্বন্ধে সব

পর্দার আড়ালে অজানা ব্যক্তি যে সিদ্ধান্ত নেয়

এটা হস্তক্ষেপ এবং সহিংসতা সম্পর্কে সব

এটা নয় কোন নৈতিকতা সম্পর্কে সব

মানুষ দ্রুত অর্থ উপার্জন করতে চায়

এটি একটি জাল বিশ্বের সম্পর্কে সব

আর যদি নরম না থাকো..

যদি ভিতরের সন্তানকে না রাখো

তবে তোমার আত্মা হারিয়ে যাবে....

*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)

১০:০৬ পিএম, ১০ সেপ্টেম্বর ২০২৪ মঙ্গলবার

POEM - BEING GOOD WAS A REBELLION

BEING GOOD WAS A REBELLION

Hasan Ildiz

Being good was a rebellion

I understood and

I carry from my familiar bed

I become clouds in the mountains

There is an end, I am very close

Both my heart

And my mind

I left it to the ravens

I am leaving now.

Love plundered me

He experienced great defeats

That little warrior

He has now buried his weapons

Being good was a rebellion.

I leave all my flowers

To the mountains

My heart, to the olive trees I planted.

I am now water in time

I leave myself to the soil.

১২:২৭ পিএম, ১০ সেপ্টেম্বর ২০২৪ মঙ্গলবার

POEM - HERE, WHERE YOU HAVE BEEN

Dibran Fylli was born in Kosovo. He is a director, actor, poet, writer, Academician, Editor-in-Chief of the prestigious international magazine Orfeu. Dibran Fylli has won many awards. He fought with (UCK), the Army for the liberation of Kosovo from the Serbs who killed many women, children and elderly people. He was seriously injured. He wrote the book translated into 9 languages for the Great Martyr Commander of the UCK Adem Jashari. Dibran Fylli has made many films as a director and actor.

HERE, WHERE YOU HAVE BEEN

(To Mother Teresa)

Was there one saved life

A cured desease Just there

Where the tears on youless faces

Use to transforme in smilings

For the houseless you were

A roof for the waifs

Were bread for the orphans

Mother...

Where you were

Has no place for enmity

You loved the peace

And the humanity

Loved and love You.

Where you were the

God was ...

It is mistake it is a wrong sayin

Maybe a lie or a windy word

If someone says

I could not meet greet

Pamper even and kiss her hand

Her angelic soul...

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কবিতা - অরণ্য আকাশ

অরণ্য আকাশ

অরিন্দম চট্টোপাধ্যায়

দৃশ্যের ভেতর এখনও আসে

একটা সাদামাটা সকাল, রান্নাঘর ও তুমি

সামনে গনগনে কয়লার আগুনের

উত্তাপ ছড়ানো সকাল

নি:শব্দে উনুনের শিখার ওপর চোখ

গনগনে আগুনের ওপর হাড়ি বা কড়াই

বেলায় স্কুল, অফিস ও কলেজ

অসীম ধৈর্যের মধ্যে তুমি

ও ব্যবস্থায় পরিপাটি ব্যঞ্জন

এভাবেই জীবনভর ক্লান্তিহীন ভাবে

ভেঙে যাওয়া একটা জীবন

অত:পর

কেমন ভাবে উল্কার মতো

মহাশূন্যে মিশে গেলে

আকাশে চোখ রেখে খুঁজি

কিন্তু শুধু দেখি অরণ্য আকাশ

আর কিছু না আর কিছু না...

@ অরিন্দম চট্টোপাধ্যায়

১২:১৭ পিএম, ১০ সেপ্টেম্বর ২০২৪ মঙ্গলবার

POEM - MY SOULMATE !

MY SOULMATE !

Without you this life 'll be in utter despair

We 'll meet each other no matter what

Like waves breaking together not to part

Your tinkling anklets my music of heart

You're my soulmate , so unique in world

Let nothing obstructs our path forever

May we always be found hand in hand

From this cunning world I 'll steal you

I 'll hide you in the corner of my heart

In trouble I 'll take care of you for sure.

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Poems

UNTIL THIS LIFE ENDS

Parvinder Nagi

Mystical web spun in the mingled paths so beautiful

Memories of the past journey we walked through

Our sweet nights mesmerising under the galaxies enchanting

Love began under the stars brimming through the breezes swift

Silently you stepped in through the brightest of moonlights

Holding onto the desires overflowing in emotions deep

Dreaming joyous dreams in the world of ecstasies

Fiery echoes, night trysts under the shadows dark

Love's greatest truth wrapped in the divine azures

Rests in thy bosom of the celestial skies so magnificent

Intoxicating by the fragrances of your tresses so beautiful

I lay celebrating in my conscious every thought of yours

Touching my senses through the feelings so vibrant

I would love to embrace you till infinity

We were destined to meet in this birth what may

And our souls never to part until this life ends!

Copyrights: Parvinder Nagi

ELOQUENT LOVE

Parvinder Nagi

Let’s pull a leaf from the nature’s book

Where fairies have penned their autographs in tints

Signed on mountains and hills

Borrowed from sunset kisses

and moonbeam lights

Pleasing the haunting souls

across the prairies vast

Where lilies and daffodils dance

dwelling in the secret mysteries of past

Revealing the joys of seraphic hearts

written on every petal so beautifully

Mellowed to the tender light

An eloquent love so innocent

Bringing happiness galore

To every heart it explores!

Copyright: Parvinder Nagi

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POEM - TO THE BORDERS OF LOVE

GABRIELLA PICERNO - ITALY

Gabriella Picerno is a psychologist, pedagogist, sexology counselor, expert in Child Drawing and Learning Psychology. She is the manager of Educational Study Centre “The Speaking Cricket” in Rufina (Florence). She has been involved for ages in projects of training and workshops in parenthood training, as well as emotions and sexuality.

Her expertise stretches over areas such as teachers’ training, underachievement in school linked to anxiety disorders, learning and emotional special needs. She is passionate about painting, photography and writing. It has been a while since she started writing poems and short stories. She has published psychology and pedagogy essays, awarded both nationally and internationally. Her lyrical compositions have earned her important acknowledgments and she has won some literary prizes both in her own country and abroad. Her works have been included in numerous poetry anthologies. Among her publications we remember: Separated Parents, Divided Children (with Evelina Fazzi; Del Cerro, 1996); The Words of Education (with Susanna Berretti, Town of Rufina, 2006): Two Parents Two Houses (with Evelina Fazzi, La Rondine, 2013), Easier Said Than Done (La Rondine, 2013); Emotional Well Being in Adolescents (with Luana Collacchioni, Aracne, 2016); My Families and I (with Evelina Fazzi, edited by Pacini Fazzi, 2016). Bambini online, (2019), The Doll of Giada (with C. Desideri, 2020) Two parents, two houses new expanded edition (with E. Fazzi, 2021), Let it be (GD Edizioni, 2021), The olive season (with Andrea Morandi, 2021 GD Edizioni), Affective and Sexual Education Itineraries (7- 10 years), PAV Edizioni (2022); Affective and Sexual Education Itineraries (0-3 years), PAV Edizioni (2023), This is how I feel inside, Edizioni dell'Assemblea- Regione Toscana 2023.

For poetry: A touch of sky (2018), A touch of sky (2019), Un toque de cielo Ediciones Alborismos (2022), Whispers and tides (2022) GD Edizioni.

Co-director (together with Cristina Desideri) of the Children's Literature Series Il Filo di Arianna for GD Edizioni. Curator of the Literary Awards: La Botteguccia delle Favole and Lo Zaino Raccontastorie.

TO THE BORDERS OF LOVE

Your lips are looking for mine

Like the sea brushing the cliffs.

An intimate light touch

Surprises me

A jolt of love shakes me

I stand up like a hat in the wind.

My eyes plunged in the horizon of light

Of your pupils

Make me reach the edge of life.

In the quiet moment,

eternal

Borders get lost

Vanishing like butterflies Inbetween sky and sea.

Everything is us.

Whispering lips,

Strong pulses

Overcome every frontier,

They tie us like ropes

Rhe strong warmth cradles us arm In arm

Lip in lip.

Looking at each others and Smelling only

Clean, neat fragrances

That come from far away

Beyond every border.

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

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POEM - AUTUMN LETTER

LEFTER SHOMO - ALBANIA

Lefter Shomo (Eleuterio Sciomo) was born in 1948 in the city of Delvina (Albania), where he also finished high school. In 1974 he graduated from the University of the Higher State Agricultural Institute. After university, he graduated in Greek, Italian and French with the state diploma. In 1990, he defended his scientific thesis for the title of Science Candidate. Lefter Shomo is the first teacher who opened the Italian course in the city of Delvina, starting in high school and then privately in 1989. Shomo has been writing poetry since his youth. Recently he is preparing two collections of poetry in Albanian and Greek. Lefter Shomo has translated poems by famous Albanian and foreign poets, including many famous authors.

AUTUMN LETTER

At the dark bottom of the old trunk

A yellow letter long forgotten in peace

By some careless hand, it was shrunk

Like crumpled leaves of fall memories.

So heartlessly wadded up, as if

Neither feeling nor news comes near

It used to connect two hearts like a bridge

Today her words are broken by tears.

On letters where shadows and lights glow

The words fade, the lines are erased

Moments of emotion do not grow

And they look like derailed trains

Like leaves and feelings wounded in size

The silent nightmare of jealousy haunts

An exhausting fall on the letter lies

That the red soul turns yellow with love.

(Translation from Albanian to English

By Alfred Kola)

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

১২:০২ পিএম, ৮ সেপ্টেম্বর ২০২৪ রোববার

POEM - ODE TO THE EMBRYO THAT MY T-SHAPED UTERUS MISCARRIED

BARBARA LEONHARD ( USA)

Barbara Leonhard is the author of the best-selling Three-Penny Memories: A Poetic Memoir (EIF, 2022) and co-author with Nolcha Fox of Too Much Fun To Be Legal (Garden of Neuro, 2024). Both books are available on Amazon. Barbara has received nominations for The Pushcart Prize and Best of the Net. She is the Editor of MasticadoresUSA. You can follow her on her Wordpress blog: Extraordinary Sunshine Weaver.

ODE TO THE EMBRYO THAT MY T-SHAPED UTERUS MISCARRIED

You left my broken womb

as the bloody remains of what

was never to come. I still feel you

in the waves, the flow

of my sacral river - your tears?

Your fears I’ve abandoned you?

No, Honey. No! I’ll never forget you.

The t-shaped womb

couldn’t hold your brilliance.

Your tiny, beautiful self,

washed away. Your light

sparkles in each of my cells.

My core, your forever home.

Your essence, my creative labor

in verse and art.

Everyone says, “Forget the dead.”

I can’t leave my baby

screaming in her forever crib.

Or my young miss alone

in harm’s way on grief’s edge.

Though never delivered

into my arms, you shelter

in my wound of wanting. Each night,

I press my scar against a pillow

to swaddle you in your mother’s heat.

In dreams, we share the sacred skiff,

and together, wind up and up

out of the wake

of the wound

into a newborn sky.

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

১২:০০ পিএম, ৮ সেপ্টেম্বর ২০২৪ রোববার

POEM - THE KEY

ENRIQUE ANTONIO SÁNCHEZ LIRANZO - SANTO DOMINGO

Enrique Antonio Sánchez Liranzo was born on July 15, 1958, in the city of Santo Domingo, Capital of the Dominican Republic. He is a lawyer, poet, essayist and narrator. Film appreciation technician.

He has published works of poetry:

• Verses of springs (1991)

• Garden of Love (1993)

• Poems with the sea (1993)

• Primavera 88, Poemario (1997)

• Poems for peace (2010)

Finalist in the Spanish poetry contest “Estrella Fugaz” – Spain (2003)

“What happens between verses” – Spain (2015) and

“A poem in 80 days” – Spain (2015).

Appears in the following anthologies:

A poem to Pablo Neruda (Chile, Isla Negra, 2010),

A thousand poems to Pablo Neruda (Chile, Isla Negra, 2011)

With hands painted with poems (Argentina 2011)

A look at the south (Argentina, 2011)

Poems, stories and voice (Argentina, 2012)

Journey of the butterflies (Argentina, Parnaso, Patria de Artistas, 2015)

Poets and Storytellers of the World, (Santo Domingo, 2015)

I Anthology of “International Poets, Parnaso, Homeland of Artists “Periplos de las Mariposas – Buenos Aires, Argentina, (2015)

“A Thousand Poems to Gabriela Mistral”, Chile (2015), Belongs to the group

“Movimiento Poets del Mundo” Chile – (2016). As a lawyer he has worked in the area of Civil and Administrative Law, he has been a professor of Literature at the Liceo “El Millón” in Santo Domingo, from (1990) to (1992). At the José Dubai High School, in the city of Puerto Plata, in the year (1992) to (1995). Finalist Contestant for Justice of the Peace, at the National School of Judiciary, (ENJ), in the year (2014)

School of the Supreme Court of Justice of Santo Domingo, Dominican Republic, in the year (2014)

Contestant for Inspector of the Public Ministry in the year (2016), in Santo Domingo. He is a practicing lawyer, columnist for the digital newspaper “Primicias Digital” of Santo Domingo, from the year (2013) to the present in which he writes a weekly article.

THE KEY

You are the key and

The inspiration of my poems;

You are the prose that

Turn on me

The inspiration of my writings.

you are the dawn

Of all things;

Your sweet lips

When kissing mine

They awaken love

What I feel for you.

Being a lover is the key

To give oneself completely and

With passion in your arms

Of his love and confused

The two in one, it is the only passion.

The secrets of love

They are delivered entirely in

\a crazy passion of love,

That is the key to the heart.

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

১১:৫৮ এএম, ৮ সেপ্টেম্বর ২০২৪ রোববার

POEM - THE KEY

ENRIQUE ANTONIO SÁNCHEZ LIRANZO - SANTO DOMINGO

Enrique Antonio Sánchez Liranzo was born on July 15, 1958, in the city of Santo Domingo, Capital of the Dominican Republic. He is a lawyer, poet, essayist and narrator. Film appreciation technician.

He has published works of poetry:

• Verses of springs (1991)

• Garden of Love (1993)

• Poems with the sea (1993)

• Primavera 88, Poemario (1997)

• Poems for peace (2010)

Finalist in the Spanish poetry contest “Estrella Fugaz” – Spain (2003)

“What happens between verses” – Spain (2015) and

“A poem in 80 days” – Spain (2015).

Appears in the following anthologies:

A poem to Pablo Neruda (Chile, Isla Negra, 2010),

A thousand poems to Pablo Neruda (Chile, Isla Negra, 2011)

With hands painted with poems (Argentina 2011)

A look at the south (Argentina, 2011)

Poems, stories and voice (Argentina, 2012)

Journey of the butterflies (Argentina, Parnaso, Patria de Artistas, 2015)

Poets and Storytellers of the World, (Santo Domingo, 2015)

I Anthology of “International Poets, Parnaso, Homeland of Artists “Periplos de las Mariposas – Buenos Aires, Argentina, (2015)

“A Thousand Poems to Gabriela Mistral”, Chile (2015), Belongs to the group

“Movimiento Poets del Mundo” Chile – (2016). As a lawyer he has worked in the area of Civil and Administrative Law, he has been a professor of Literature at the Liceo “El Millón” in Santo Domingo, from (1990) to (1992). At the José Dubai High School, in the city of Puerto Plata, in the year (1992) to (1995). Finalist Contestant for Justice of the Peace, at the National School of Judiciary, (ENJ), in the year (2014)

School of the Supreme Court of Justice of Santo Domingo, Dominican Republic, in the year (2014)

Contestant for Inspector of the Public Ministry in the year (2016), in Santo Domingo. He is a practicing lawyer, columnist for the digital newspaper “Primicias Digital” of Santo Domingo, from the year (2013) to the present in which he writes a weekly article.

THE KEY

You are the key and

The inspiration of my poems;

You are the prose that

Turn on me

The inspiration of my writings.

you are the dawn

Of all things;

Your sweet lips

When kissing mine

They awaken love

What I feel for you.

Being a lover is the key

To give oneself completely and

With passion in your arms

Of his love and confused

The two in one, it is the only passion.

The secrets of love

They are delivered entirely in

\a crazy passion of love,

That is the key to the heart.

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

১১:৫৮ এএম, ৮ সেপ্টেম্বর ২০২৪ রোববার