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Poem - Soul Of Integrity

Soul Of Integrity

Character is the silent witness to your integrity.

A life lived in the spirit of God is a beautiful soul full of integrity.

God is the guiding light and you’ll never have any liability

A person with Integrity does the right thing even in closed door, behaves ethically

Soul of Integrity shows honesty at all times

Believes in truth and always be authentic, no social climbs

A person with a good heart loves with all his mind and soul, sincerely, no plasticity.

A Godly person, holy and lives a life by the power of the scriptures, obediently.

A Soul of Integrity is a kindhearted person who loves doing charitable activities.

A person of empathy, sympathy and looks after the well-being of affinities

Retains the faith of human goodness.

A strong person always ready to help with thoughtfulness.

A Soul of Integrity acts accordingly with a strong moral principle

A soul living in the deepest values, holy in the top pinnacle

A soul who is worthy to be loved

A Soul of Integrity is one in a million!

Dr. Frieda Norma Dela Cruz

Philippines ©®

১২:১১ পিএম, ১১ আগস্ট ২০২৪ রোববার

Poem - What If

What If

By: Marlon Salem Gruezo-Bondroff

Country: Philippines-USA

In the quiet whispers of the night,

Dreams of what could have been take flight,

Moments lost in time's embrace,

Echoes of a different place.

Paths untaken, roads unseen,

Visions of what might have been,

Yet in the heart, a gentle glow,

Guides us where we need to go.

Regrets may linger, shadows cast,

But life moves forward, not the past,

Embrace the now, let go the pain,

Find the beauty in the rain.

For every "what if" that we mourn,

A new dawn rises, hope reborn,

In the present, find your peace,

And let the haunting questions cease.

১২:০৪ পিএম, ১১ আগস্ট ২০২৪ রোববার

A MAN CALLED ADAM CREATED

Yusuf Aslan

The creator created a man called Adam from sixty different soils

From a being that is like a volcano

He created a devil even from fires

He did not fall behind the Light of Knowledge

Intelligence, knowledge, were not darkened from the Light

Man of the same color was not created

He created from servants of different kinds

He created creatures even from noble ones

From cats, dogs, cattle

He created not just humans but from different generations

He created insects and animals

He sent down books, read them, says Alak

He was made absolutely intelligent with three objects

While creating this universe, the Almighty God

He created from light, like His own light

I met three beautiful friends first

At home, on the road, one with me, God willing

A god who will be honored with every praise

He said Yusuf the poet and created me

১২:০১ পিএম, ১১ আগস্ট ২০২৪ রোববার

Poem - Mother

Mother

Meylieva Zebiniso Mirkomilovna

Words do not come up to if I write my mom description,

Mom, you are basis of Heaven.

You afflicted a lot for my life.

When I was ill you did not asleep in the night.

Mom,you acknowledge important human me than yourself,

I am your dreams, happiness, joy and child!

You are shield to the enemy and always patient person,

If you wail your groan is up to sky.

I only thank you,

You are my behind big mountain.

Tell me, would you be willing to anything?

Your words are enough for me.

I only thank God for the give you to me,

The most wonderful moment is that in my life I am your little girl.

Biography

Meylieva Zebiniso Mirkomilovna

Member of O'ZLIDEP party.

Student of the 4rd stage of the National University of Uzbekistan named after Mirzo Ulug'bek.

Winner of "Student of the Year-2023".

He is a member of the "International Science and Literature" writer's association of Argentina and a coordinator on behalf of Uzbekistan.

Although Zebiniso studied psychology, he had a special love for literature as a child.

He has participated in many international and republican contests, and his poems and biography in international and republican magazine and newspaper websites show love for many people, love for parents, courage, patriotism, humanity. He encourages them to create with enthusiasm

১১:৫৯ এএম, ১১ আগস্ট ২০২৪ রোববার

Poem - Sunset of 60

Sunset of 60

Jeong Ae Son

The long stone wall road I walked on

It was a path made with my mother's sweat.

my mother's mother,

Even her mother’s mother

Until the sun goes down on their small hearts,

They did housework.

They walked on the treadmill with the help of their legs

They blink their eyes at the fluttering chaff.

The day was too short for the grain to become a grain of rice.

When the fishy smell of milk on cotton white clothes dries in the midday wind

A brother carrying a child searches for the mother's breast.

A mother raises her child with her breast

The mother who remembers her mother blinks her heavy eyes.

Just as the grains ripening under the sun are the speed of the seasons

The red sunset is ripening

Now that the mother's daughter has become a mother

Trimming the heavy sun of Seosan

For fifty and sixty

About the Poetess:

Poetess Jeong Ae Son debuted as a poet in 2014 in ‘Arama Literature’. She served as the 3rd and 4th chairman of ‘Sunjin Literature’. Special member of ‘Sisanmaek’. She is a member of the ‘Gyeongju Literary Association’, the ‘Gyeongbuk Literary Association’, and the ‘Daegu Catholic Literary Association’.

Her poetry collection is 'Words from the Wind'.

She received the Grand Prize in poetry at the 2022 Ssangmaedang Icheom Literary Award, the Grand Prize for Sejong Culture Artists Who Brilliant Korea in 2021, and the Grand Prize in Poetry at the 2019 Songok

This month Literary Award.

০৮:৪৫ এএম, ১১ আগস্ট ২০২৪ রোববার

Story -Princess Nawangwulan

Summary of the Story 'Princess Nawangwulan':

In the past, there were lots of tigers in this world.

There is a belief circulating among the wider community that there are two types of tigers, namely real tigers and artificial tigers.

Here the author writes a story about an imaginary tiger. It refers to an era when many tigers were hunted and killed to be bought and sold as display items. By optimizing, that is, drying.

To prevent the extinction of tigers we create fictional stories to scare hunters and fans

art items of animal origin.

….........................................................

PRINCESS NAWANGWULAN

Yatti Sadeli

When the wind blew, when the moonlight dimmed, the strange figure under the tree moved. Slowly . . . but surely, as if someone was moving it from a distance. The face could not be seen clearly. What was certain was that she was a woman, then when the moonlight became brighter the strange human figure became clearer. He wore strange clothes. The beautiful woman looked left and right, then moved and walked towards a large tree that towered high in front of her. After that he sat down. The sound of owls hooting, and the sounds of night animals calling. The wind blew slowly and the moonlight became brighter.

Somewhere, at some time……. The king was sitting on the throne. In front of him and on either side of him sat the empress, her favorite daughter and her bodyguards, the governor and his servants and palace ladies. They all looked upset and gloomy, especially the empress, king and princess. Occasionally the king roars. His voice echoed throughout the room, making the hearts of the servants and ladies in waiting sink.

Suddenly the king shouted,

“Guards! Where was the last time you saw the Crown Prince?”

“Your servant, at that time the prince was wandering around the forest …. and suddenly a snare locked him up. "I couldn't get the prince out of the snare because suddenly a group of hunters came at him."

At that point the guard stopped talking because he saw the king roaring even louder.

"Why don't you pounce on those evil humans?"

“My lord, they are carrying weapons. They ….. they shot blindly. I ran, Your Majesty, because I wanted to tell you about this incident immediately. If I get shot, of course you won't know who the criminals are who kidnapped the prince."

"Your actions are also correct. But are you sure the prince was not injured?”

"I'm not sure, Your Majesty, because it is human nature to be greedy. They said they wanted to sell the prince abroad. But there are also those who say the prince will be offset so that if he is smuggled out of the country there won't be too many problems."

“Emergent…….danger!, the prince's safety is threatened! These cruel-hearted humans must be immediately destroyed. I swear I will take care of those humans before they attack my child."

The Empress, who had been sobbing, asked angrily, as if she couldn't believe that her beloved son was going to be sold abroad or taken away. What is offset?

“The ofset is killed and then dried. This is done by removing the contents of the stomach and chest, then stitching them up and then drying them. All kinds of animals can be offset, including humans. "The problem is, how can we catch the hunters, because they have weapons."

“I know how.” Princess Nawangwulan immediately spoke up.

Then she whispered something in the king's ear. The king nodded.

“You're smart too. Hopefully it's not too

***

Princess Nawangwulan stood still, her evening dress and loose hair fluttering in the gentle night breeze. Her hands were holding on to the railing and his gaze was straight ahead. He knew that on the balcony of that magnificent building there was a man who was looking at the moon in contemplation.

Mr. Braman, who was busy watching the moon, suddenly felt like he wanted someone to accompany him, because at that time his wife was not at home. He wants to share the joy of seeing the beauty of nature on a full moon night. Finally, his mind drifted, his heart wandering, creating and remembering something. In his dreams it was like a dream, as if someone had come to him

“Good evening……” The voice seemed to be carried by the wind. He turned towards the direction of the sound, his eyes searched for a moment and when his eyes fell on something, he froze. Oh…. there was a beautiful woman standing below. The moonlight seemed to bathe that beautiful face with rays of light. Nature was also fascinated by the attractiveness of a woman dressed in red, with long hair. Her appearance was amazing as if the woman was not from this earth. How to describe a mysterious, beautiful woman whose eyes were brilliant and whose lips smiled in a very charming smile? And all of it was so stunning that it made Mr. Braman feel moved.

The rich Offset animal trader was about to sleep, after carrying out a transaction of hundreds of millions of rupiah with his customer, a high-ranking official. Soon his coffers of money will increase with the acquisition of a very impressive big tiger. When it is dry and ready to be displayed, the Offcet tiger is planned to be auctioned. According to his friends' estimates, it will sell for billions of rupiah. Ah... tonight Bram was very lucky. The woman below seemed like a gift to him.

He immediately got up from where he was standing, walking forward in a hurry. As if the fence in front wasn't an obstacle. As if there was a supernatural force guiding him, he took a step and fell flying. There were strong hands catching him. Bram fell unconscious then they took him followed by the beautiful woman who had teased him earlier.

In a dungeon. A man doused him. Byuuuuur... several buckets of water were poured on his head . . . But Bram didn't wake up.

"The princess drugged him too strongly." Said the tall man.

"Even though he can't fight, just scratch his stomach and chest now. Then we'll dry it."

“It's really nice not to feel sick. Our King is very wise. All those who are guilty must be tried first. After all, this human has sinned too much. He must feel pain.”

"So he wants to be offset while he's still alive."

"Correct …….."

"Moreover, the final victim of this evil human being was the Crown Prince."

“Haaah…… Crown Prince……?”

“Yeah….. the entire palace is in mourning right now. The Empress fell ill. Seeing that his son has become offset goods

"How is it that the Crown Prince was found?"

“The princess found it. It's being dried behind this cursed human's house."

Bram has regained consciousness. He didn't hear the conversation between the two people at all. Where am I, he asked himself. And who are these people? Now he pretended to be asleep, meaning he wanted to know where he was now. He had to get away now. But how? Both hands and feet were handcuffed.

Now he is left alone. He heard the sound of a tiger roaring in the distance. Hmmm …. the tiger's voice again. If I could get away with it, I'd grab a gun right away. And hunt the tiger.

Mr. Braman wondered how long he had been there. At home he has unfinished work. Ah, what if the striped guy has no one to dry in the sun? How come ….

“The crown prince doesn't need to be dried in the sun. He's already here. Sitting on the king's throne even though he is dead." That voice ... the voice of the woman who seduced him that night! Bram looked left and right. Suddenly Princess Nawangwulan was next to him.

He roared very loudly. Bram was shocked, because this beautiful woman could roar like a tiger. Ah, maybe this woman is a real tiger. Bram thought, he was really scared.

“You have offset the crown prince, O human.” Suddenly Princess Nawangwulan spoke up. In return you will be offset."

Bram trembled at the princess's words. Am I dreaming?, he pinched his arm.

“Who are you?” he asked bravely.

"I'm the woman who met you at night in your yard."

"Oh."

“You, are a cruel human being. Your sins are many. You killed a lot of our people. And sell it. Confess!”

“Sorry princess…. Let me go, I've given up, I won't do something like that again!"

"Lie ….!" snapped the princess. “Guards! Bring the son here!”

They brought Bram's son before him.

"Look! Your dearest son is now the same as the crown prince, has become an evil object!”

Bram screamed then fainted seeing his beloved son standing stiffly in front of him. And the guards showered him again.

Bram woke up again, this time the princess had changed into a fierce tiger. Bram was afraid, he prostrated himself in front of a tiger who seemed ready to eat him. But miraculously, the big tiger slowly changed its form into Princess Nawangwulan. But he was still cruel when facing Bram who was sobbing uncontrollably.

“Your son will not be returned to the real world, he will be used as a display in the palace. We have agreed that in fact this 5 year old child is innocent, he is just a victim of revenge!"

“And me…..?, what is my fate?”

“You will be offset….. and your body will be thrown in front of your house. So that the cruel humans in your world know what punishment the hunters and animal hunters deserve."

"Oh my gosh..... princess!, I promise I won't do that again."

“Human promises are false ….. they are greedy!, animals are hunted, forests are cleared until we run out of space.”

“Mercy Princess……"

***

One day, residents around the luxury housing complex in the elite area of the capital were in an uproar when Mr. Braman's body was found in front of their luxury home. For investigation purposes, the body was taken to hospital for an autopsy. The body was somewhat dry but looked intact, only on the stomach and chest were stitch marks extending from top to bottom. The police are investigating and looking for who the killer is. When the forensic doctor autopsied him, everyone was surprised because Mr. Braman's stomach and chest contents were gone. And the corpse dried up very quickly.

As usual, this shocking incident was always covered in a big way by the media, especially after learning that Mr. Bram's only child, named Daniel, was missing. The police thought Daniel had been kidnapped and would be asked for ransom. But after waiting for some time, no telephone call or letter came to the deceased's house.

Interview after interview from several television stations was very intense, both with family, neighbors and acquaintances of the deceased. Speculation also emerged, both from the police and the public. There are those who are of the opinion that it was an ordinary murder, there are those who think that Mr Bram's body organs were sold and donated. But there are also those who think that Mr. Bram has been transformed into an artificial tiger, in order to take revenge. It is this last opinion that is controversial. Because there are those who believe and there are those who don't believe. But with this incident, many officials or rich businessmen who owned Offset tigers became angry. Their peace was disturbed. Those who believe in superstition think that maybe their turn will come to be offset. Then they are haunted by nightmares, so many of them resell or bury them.

Mr. Bram's wife also became a victim, her soul was disturbed, because disasters repeatedly came to her. Her husband died, her only child disappeared and the house where her animal collection was located was burned down. Finally he was admitted to a mental hospital.

Somewhere in the wilderness, where the tiger kingdom is located. Princess Nawangwulan was crowned Queen because after the king died, there was no son to replace him. Every day he roared, shaking his servants and maids. And Daniel, Mr. Braman's son, continues to decorate the royal palace.

****

*This is a work of fiction. Unless otherwise indicated, all the names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents in this story are either the product of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

০৮:২৫ এএম, ১১ আগস্ট ২০২৪ রোববার

Poem - Paradise

Dr. Eity Mithila is a poetess and short-teller from Bangladesh. She was born in 6 February 1993 in Dhaka in Bangladesh.She holds her Masters degree in English literature from University of Dhaka.Composing poetry is her passion and genres in which she is more interested are spiritual, love and romantic poetry. Moreover, she achieved awards, certificates and recognitions from different international literary and cultural platforms and institutions for her literary works. Her poems and short stories have been published in different literary sites , magazines, journals and anthologies around the world.

Paradise

In a long talk,

When you fall asleep,

I hush my words, my body

To not to move a bit even,

I whisper to silence

To be silent more...

As I know you wil wake up

Just within some time,

And I know,

Opening eyes you will search

And call me anxiously

By my name...

And It feeds my heart;

It's paradise on the earth!

I can be wordless,

And I can hush all noises,

I wish to sink this world in silence

Just to bring it...

As It feeds my heart;

It's paradise on the earth..

@EityMithila

১০:১৫ পিএম, ১০ আগস্ট ২০২৪ শনিবার

ছাত্রদের অবদান

ডক্টর মোঃ বদরুল আলম সোহাগ

গত জুলাই থেকে এই বাচ্চারা যুদ্ধ করছে, মার খেয়েছে, রক্ত ঝরিয়েছে, নিজের ভাই-বন্ধু কে চোখের সামনে - হাতের উপর মরতে দেখেছে, এখন পর্যন্ত দেড় মাসের কাছে হতে যাচ্ছে, তারা ঘরে একদন্ড বসতে পারেনি।রাষ্ট্র

সংস্কার করতে কাজ করছে।

একটা অসুস্থ ফোন জেনারেশন আপনাদের সুস্থ দেশ আর সমাজ উপহারের জন্য দিনরাত কাজ করে যাচ্ছে।

কি অদ্ভুত তাইনা?

কি একটা অদ্ভুত জেনারেশন না? ওদের ফ্যান এর নিচে ক্লাস করতে বলেন কত বাহানা, এসি করা ক্লাস রুম লাগবে । কিন্তু কি সুন্দর ৩৫/৩৬ দিন রাস্তায় আন্দোলন করলো। এখন আবার রোদে পুরে ট্রাফিক পুলিশের কাজ করছে।

এরা কি জানেনা বলেন?

এরা যুদ্ধ করলো। তবুও ক্লান্ত হয়নি এখন সুন্দর আবার দেখেন ট্রাফিক সহ পুরো দেশ সংস্কার করছে কোনো বাজেট ছাড়াই।

এদের ট্রাফিকের বিষয়ে কোনো জ্ঞান নেই তবুও দেখেন সুন্দর সব রাস্তা নিয়ন্ত্রণ করছে।

কি অদ্ভুত না।গোটা একটা জেনারেশন যারা অনলাইনে ডুবে থাকত তারা বৈষম্যের বিরুদ্ধে আন্দোলন করল,দেশ স্বাধীন করল।এখন দেশ সংস্কারে লেগে পড়েছে। স্বমনয়ক রা সরকার গঠন করছে ।ছাত্ররাই কি সুন্দর ট্রাফিক ম্যানেজমেন্ট করতেছে,, বাজার তদারকি করছে,চাঁদাবাজ, ঘুষখোর দের চিহ্নিত করছে,রাস্তায় কি সুন্দর দেয়াল লেখন করছে,ক্যালিগ্রাফি, কেউ আবার খাবার -পানি দিয়ে তাদের এপ্রিসিয়েট করছে,রাস্তা ঘাট পরিষ্কার করছে,, সং্খ্যা লঘু দের নিরাপত্তা দিচ্ছে, মাদ্রাসার ভাইরা মন্দির পাহারা দিচ্ছে।ডাকাত দের ড্রোন দিয়ে খুঁজছে,,সবাই ঐক্যবদ্ধ হয়ে তা প্রতিহত করছে। সবাই স্বাধীন দেশে নির্ভয়ে নিজের মতামত প্রকাশ করছে,লিখছে। ভাবতেই অবাক লাগছে।কি সুন্দর!

বুকে ব্যাথা আবু সাঈদ আর মুগ্ধদের জন্যে আর দৃঢ় মনোবল দেশ গড়ার।

এটা যেনো অব্যাহত থাকে।

ছিনতাই না হয়ে যায় আমাদের স্বপ্নগুলো।

তাইলে যে শহীদ সন্তানরাও অভিশাপ দিবে।

০৩:১৩ পিএম, ১০ আগস্ট ২০২৪ শনিবার

কবিতা - কাল

কাল
মোঃ ইজাজ আহামেদ

পৃথিবীটা আজ নিদারুণ যন্ত্রণায় ভুগছে,
তার দেহ ক্লিষ্ট বিবিধ ব্যাধিতে;
মানুষের মনও আজ পীড়িত;
সাম্প্রদায়িকতা, শোষণ, অত্যাচার, রাজত্ব করছে মানুষের মনের রাজ্যে;
তারা দ্রুতবেগে ছুটে চলেছে মনের পথে পথে,
মনের এক দেশ থেকে আরেক দেশ জয় করে চলেছে অনায়াসে;
সম্প্রীতির, মানবতার সৈনিকরা দুর্বল হয়ে পড়েছে;
থামাতে পারছেনা তাদেরকে।

আমার বিশ্বাস আবার সম্প্রীতির, মানবতার সৈনিকরা শীঘ্রই শক্তিশালী হয়ে উঠবে;
নিজেদের দেহ-মনে মানবতার-সম্প্রীতির সালোক সংশ্লেষ করবে;
তাদের পথ অবরুদ্ধ করে পরাজিত করবে।
যুগে যুগে কত পরাশক্তির উদ্ভব হয়েছে
কিন্তু কালের নিয়মে তাদের পতন ঘটেছে;
ইতিহাসের ডি এন এ তার সাক্ষ্য দিচ্ছে।
সময় প‍্যানেসিয়া নিয়ে এসে সকলকে আরোগ্য করবে;
সময়ের নেফ্রন তাদের শোধন করে পরিশুদ্ধ করবে।
মানবতার,সম্প্রীতির সুগন্ধে ধরণী ভরে উঠবে।

০৯:৪৮ এএম, ১০ আগস্ট ২০২৪ শনিবার

মন ও মায়া

০৮:২২ পিএম, ৯ আগস্ট ২০২৪ শুক্রবার

কবিতা -কে জানতো

কে জানতো

-মাহফুজা রহমান

একটি চাওয়া

দমকা হাওয়া,

ভীষণ খাওয়া

নতুন পাওয়া!

কে জানতো সময় সকাল!

নরকি পাষাণ

বলেরে বাঁচান,

রাষ্ট্রীয় প্রধান

বাহাদরী খান!

ক্ষমতা রয়না চিরকাল!

ইতিহাস আছে

বলে যিনি মিছে,

শিখার রয়েছে

এদিনের কাছে!

মনে রেখো এটা ইতিহাস!

গতকাল ইহা

ভুলিবেই যাহা,

স্মৃতিটিও বাহা

আগুনেই লোহা!

করোনাতো কিছু পরিহাস!

কখন কি হয়

বলার কি রয়,

ভাবিবার নয়

বলে তা সময়!

যা কিছু হয় সবই ভালো!

অহঙ্কার যার

পতনই তার,

ক্ষমতার ভার

হয়ে যায় ক্ষার!

তার তরে বয়ে এনে কালো!

০৬:২৫ পিএম, ৯ আগস্ট ২০২৪ শুক্রবার

Poem - Thank You

THANK YOU

Zlatan Demirović (USA)

Thanks to the latter Civilization!

Now that you're finally an ex,

I have to talk to you!

Thank you for teaching me

What life shouldn't be.

A big blessing for the moral lesson,

Which helped me to distinguish

The dialectic of promises and lies.

A deep inclination to obstruct the truth,

Especially for persecution

Propagator of "untruth".

May it be to your credit

Accumulation of material goods

In the hands of the chosen,

At the expense of the impoverishment

Of the weak.

Chosen by themselves,

Decorated with generational evil,

Who still hope for their best.

Thank you for the voluptuous industry

Immorality and hatred,

Woven at glorification

Lies, perversions and evil.

You adorned yourself with weapons,

To attack people,

Not even suspecting that now

It's coming back to you,

To you, who will go to the abyss

And gladly withdraw all others.

On all that and much more,

Which finally isn’t even worth mentioning,

Thank you very much!

Now I'm going to lie down under a tree,

I planted long ago,

And listen to the unadulterated bird song,

Preparing in peace,

To finish my reading of

Tibetan Books of the Dead..

Thank you!

©® Zlatan Demirović

তোমাকে ধন্যবাদ

জ্লাতান ডেমিরোভিক (ইউএসএ)

অনুবাদ: মোঃ ইজাজ আহামেদ (ভারত)

পরবর্তী সভ্যতাকে ধন্যবাদ!

এখন তুমি একজন প্রাক্তন অবশেষে,

আমাকে কথা বলতে হবে তোমার সাথে!

শেখানোর জন্য ধন্যবাদ আমাকে

জীবন কি হওয়া উচিত নহে।

একটি বড় আশীর্বাদ নৈতিক শিক্ষার জন্যে

যা আমাকে পার্থক্য করতে সাহায্য করেছে

প্রতিশ্রুতি এবং মিথ্যার দ্বন্দ্বকে।

বাধাগ্রস্ত করার গভীর প্রবণতা সত্যকে

নিপীড়নের জন্য বিশেষ করে

"অসত্য"-এর প্রচারককে

এটা তোমার আমানত হতে পারে

বস্তুগত পণ্য সঞ্চয়

নির্বাচিতদের হাতে,

দুর্বলদের দারিদ্রতার ব্যয়ে।

নিজেদের দ্বারাই বেছে নেওয়া,

প্রজন্মের মন্দ দিয়ে সজ্জিত,

যারা তাদের সর্বোৎকৃষ্টের জন্য আশা এখনও।

ধন্যবাদ তোমাকে স্বেচ্ছাসেবক শিল্পের জন্য

অনৈতিকতা এবং ঘৃণা,

গৌরবে বোনা

মিথ্যা, বিকৃতি এবং মন্দ।

তুমি নিজেকে অস্ত্র দিয়ে সাজিয়েছিলে

মানুষকে আক্রমণ করতে

এমনকি এখন তা সন্দেহ নহে

এটা তোমার কাছে ফিরে আসছে,

তোমার কাছে, যারা অতল গহ্বরে যাবে

এবং অন্য সব প্রত্যাহার করো আনন্দের সাথে।

এই সমস্ত এবং আরও অনেক কিছুতে,

যা শেষ পর্যন্ত উল্লেখ করার মতো নহে,

অনেক ধন্যবাদ তোমাকে!

এখন আমি গাছের নিচে শুয়ে থাকতে যাচ্ছি,

আমি অনেক আগে রোপণ করেছি,

আর অনাবিল পাখির গান শুনো

শান্তিতে প্রস্তুতি নিচ্ছ,

আমার পড়া শেষ করতে

মৃতের তিব্বতি বইগুলো..

ধন্যবাদ তোমাকে!

*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)

০৯:০৬ এএম, ৯ আগস্ট ২০২৪ শুক্রবার

Poem - A Shadow-eating Cat

A Shadow-eating Cat

Kim Bom-seo

A cat

A cat is eating its own shadow scorched by the moonlight

I don't know if it stopped crying

I don't know if it forgets how to cry

In its curled up,

Until the shadow turns olive again

It must be doing that

This foolish thing faced with solitude

It doesn't need a house or temple

It across the walls and walks around the roof like nothing

Like it broods freedom and abandoned

Pity or guilt may have been summoned with reckless

Like me in similar circumstances

Biography:

Kim Bom-seo (real name: Kim Me-hee) Born in Boryeong, Chungcheongnam-do in 1968

Graduated from Graduate School of Social Welfare at Hallym University

Worked as a youth counselor for public institutions under the Ministry of Gender Equality and Family for 13 years.

Current school violence investigator, serving as a member of the Ministry of Justice's probation and protection committee.

Moonlight Literature Society. Full member of Ieodo Literature Society, Vice President of the Korea World Literature Association

In 2019, the 19th Literary Emotional won the Rookie Literature Award

Won the 4th Ieodo Literature Award in 2023

2021 Kangwon Cultural Foundation Specialized Art Support

Gangwon Cultural Foundation will benefit from specialized art support in 2024

Poetry of the cherry blossom anniversary attack on the

D-Cash Sky Ticket Office

Greece, Germany, the United States, Mexico, Bangladesh, Vietnam, Belgium, Albania,

Poetry translated and introduced in various languages in Iran, Italy, India, and Pakistan

০৮:২৯ পিএম, ৮ আগস্ট ২০২৪ বৃহস্পতিবার

কবিতা - চাই ক্রোধ, ভালবাসা

চাই ক্রোধ, ভালবাসা

খগেন্দ্রনাথ অধিকারী

ইসমাইল হানিয়ের খুন

ইসরাইল জঙ্গির হাতে,

হবেনা কখনো ব্যর্থ,

ইতিহাস একথাই বলে

মুক্তিযোদ্ধার রক্ত

জন্ম দেয় প্রতিক্ষণে

রক্তবীজের দল

অযুতে নিযুতে।

তাই বন্ধু কান্না নয়,

চাই ক্রোধ, ভালবাসা,

দানবের যুদ্ধ আশ

মেটাতে হবেই হবে

স্বাধীনতার বজ্ররণে,

জর্ডনের দুকূল আবার

ভরবে হাজারো ফুলে

শিশুর হাসিতে।

মরহুমদের স্ত্রীরা সব

শহীদদের মায়েরা যত

দগদগে ক্ষত নিয়েও

মুছবে চোখের জল

পর্শী দম্পতির কোলে

নতুন প্রজন্মের

নিষ্পাপ শিশুদের দেখে

গভীর আশ্বাসে।

০৮:২৭ পিএম, ৮ আগস্ট ২০২৪ বৃহস্পতিবার

Poem - A Burning House

A Burning House

Lee, Ah Young

As the private gate closes, a half-moon rises above the village.

On the roof overflowing with gourd vines,

White gourd flowers slowly open their eyes.

The day the wind passed through the hole in the wall,

In her heart that searched for stars in the rising sun,

A thatched house is burning.

What can't be put out even when a fire truck comes,

Was it because She liked the mountains more than the sea?

If she walks through the desert, she will find meadows and oases.

Try blowing on a flute without holes.

Take refuge in the burning flames,

She crosses over and over Haneuljae on Wolaksan Mountain.

A path full of deep blue in July,

The smell of pine tickles her nostrils.

That fire has never been extinguished.

Poetess Ms. Ah Young Lee was born in Sangju, Gyeongsangbuk-do, and completed the creative writing course at Chung-Ang University's Graduate School of Arts. She made her debut in the quarterly magazine ‘Free Literature’ in 2001. She has authored three books of poetry and has won two literary awards. Currently, she serves as the Vice President of the Korean World Literature Association.

০৫:২১ পিএম, ৮ আগস্ট ২০২৪ বৃহস্পতিবার

A River, It Is

Geum-Hee Yang

Our memories
Were a river
Sadness passing by
Pain flowing away
Joy streaming along
A river, it is

If our sadness
Our pain
And even our joy
Piled up like fallen leaves in a lake,
The clear water would decay

Water flows
Purifying old emotions
Brushing past fallen leaves and branches
A clear heart following the water’s path

Somewhere, my river
That has flowed like this
And your river will someday
form a great river

To let the upright belief flow clear,
We must open the waterway
So that a pure river can flow

Biography:
Poetess Ms. Yang Geum-Hee was born in 1967 in Jeju, Korea. She has published two poetry collections, "Happiness Account" and "Ieodo, Island of Legend and Existence," as well as one collection of essays titled "Happy Companion." She was the first president of the Ieodo Literature Association, the editor-in-chief of Jejuin News, and worked as a research fellow at the Society of Ieodo Research. She served as a researcher at the Jeju Sea Grant Center at Jeju National University and as a specially appointed professor at Jeju International University.
Currently, she is an editorial writer for the New Jeju Ilbo, a special researcher at the Institute of Social Sciences of Jeju National University, vice-president of the Jeju Regional Committee of the Korean PEN Center, an executive of the Jeju Institute for Korean Unification, and an executive of the Korean Association of Ethics. She is also the president of the Korean Associations of World Literature. She has won eight literary awards.
Her poetry has been translated into various languages and introduced in the United States, China, Japan, Germany, Russia, Italy, Spain, England, Taiwan, Nepal, Egypt, Greece, Pakistan, Vietnam, Albania, Bangladesh, Kosovo, Tajikistan, and more.

০৫:১৯ পিএম, ৮ আগস্ট ২০২৪ বৃহস্পতিবার

Poem - Gloves

Gloves

Valentina Novković, (Serbia)

Mother,

You've been planting violets

And wild strawberries for too long,

But I can't smell them

From spring to spring.

You promised me that

One sunny summer we would go

On a journey to dreams,

We would laugh at the foxes

And wolves who forgot about

The primal hungers.

We will take birch sticks

And use them to make houses

For birds that will not fly south

This year.

Mother, the clouds resemble the donuts

You made for me on those evenings

When the wind would bypass our home,

The clouds also resemble the frequent moments

Of happiness that you were able

To weave into my braids,

Saying how warriors hide weaknesses

In their dreams.

When I stare at the stars long enough,

Mother,

I see a ball of wool

With which you will knit me gloves

For every winter that

Separates me from you.

Biography:

Valentina Novković, (Serbia) graduate philologist, literary translator, poet and prose writer. Editor at the publishing house Liberland Art and Vračar, translator of works by Russian- and English-speaking authors. Her verses have been translated into 22 languages, she is the winner of many prizes for poetry and prose, she is represented in more than 20 world anthologies. Editor and presenter of the Literary Conversations program.

She translated into Serbian 15 books by authors from all over the world: Leo Butnaru, Arslan Bajir, Hosiat Rustamova, Kuchkor Narkabil, Mai Van Fan, Eduard Harents, Rahim Karimov, Ali Aliyev and many others... She interviewed more than 200 authors from of the rural world and they were published in relevant periodicals in Serbia. More than 300 poems and stories by authors from all over the world have been published in Serbian literary magazines, and an anthology in which these authors will be represented is being prepared.

Published books:

Timeless, 2014, poems,

Drop on dry land, 2018. Parthenon,

Riddles of tenderness Liberland Art, 2021,

Heavenly songs, Ace publishing house, 2022,

Unrest, peace, 2023,

Two hours of real life, 2020, stories

Memories, 2024, (Parthnenon) a novel dedicated to her deceased father.

Winner of many prestigious awards in the field of translation and literature. Naji Naman Award for 2023, first prizes at the international festival in Alanya, 2023, winner of the award for International Cooperation of the publishing house from Pennsylvania, winner of the award of the Karim Karimov Foundation for 2022, winner of the award of the Association of Literary Translators of Montenegro for the best translated book for 2019 and many others prize for poetry, prose and translation. Editor of the literary program Literary Conver

sations at the Milutin Bojić Library in Belgrade

০৫:১৬ পিএম, ৮ আগস্ট ২০২৪ বৃহস্পতিবার

অনুষ্ঠিত হল আন্তর্জাতিক সাহিত্য জগৎ- এর সাহিত্য সভা মোঃ ইজাজ আহামেদ

আন্তর্জাতিক সাহিত্য জগৎ- এর সাহিত্য সম্মেলন

মোঃ ইজাজ আহামেদ

৪ঠা আগস্ট, ২০২৪, কলকাতা: শিয়ালদহ-এর কৃষ্ণপদ ঘোষ মেমোরিয়াল ট্রাস্ট ভবনে আন্তর্জাতিক সাহিত্য জগৎ এর পরিচালনায় সাহিত্য সম্মেলন, প্রতিষ্ঠা দিবস পালন, কবি সম্মান প্রদান, ও বই প্রকাশ অনুষ্ঠান অনুষ্ঠিত হল। প্রধান অতিথির আসন অলংকৃত করেন অরূপ প্রান্তী, বিশেষ অতিথিবৃন্দ ছিলেন হাজারী লাল সরকার (বিশিষ্ট আইনজীবী), নিরুপম আচার্য (ভাঙ্গড় কলেজের বাংলা বিভাগের অধ্যক্ষ) প্রদীপ ঘোষ (বেতার ও দূরদর্শন খ্যাত শিল্পী)। উপস্থিত ছিলেন আন্তর্জাতিক সাহিত্য জগৎ-এর প্রতিষ্ঠাতা কবি সত্যজিৎকুমার আড়ি সভাপতি কবি মহাদেব পাত্র (অতিথি), সম্পাদক নিতাই চন্দ্র দাস, সহ সম্পাদক কমলেশ বিশ্বাস, আহবায়ক মোঃ মুরসালিন হক ও রাখি পাইক সমন্বয়ের সাধক প্রীতি সরদার ও অপর্ণা নাথ সহ বিভিন্ন প্রান্ত থেকে আগত কবিগণ। অনুষ্ঠানটি পরিচালনা করেন নিতাই চন্দ্র দাস ও দীননাথ গোলদার। আপ্যায়নে ছিলেন বিকাশ চন্দ্র রজক ও মফিজুল ইসলাম, মনোজ ঠাকুর, নীলকমল গাঙ্গুলি। কবিদের কবিতা পাঠ ও বক্তব্যে অনুষ্ঠানটি মুখরিত হয়ে ওঠে। এদিন সাহিত্য জগতের সংখ্যা প্রকাশ করা হয় ও কবি - লেখকদের পুরস্কারও প্রদান করা হয়।

০৯:৩২ এএম, ৭ আগস্ট ২০২৪ বুধবার

Poem - A River

A River

Tanja Ajtic

Serbia/Canada

You who live near the river

You believe in images of little gods of love

In ancient Roman art

And Renaissance as well as a new era.

In a lovely little winged child entertained with

various jobs

You see them and speak like Socrates:

“I know I do not know anything!”

You say that the world is a property without a master

And that it is not known who its creator is?

You as a free thinker, neither good nor bad,

Indifferent, but not powerless.

You see those beautiful children in the glare of the river

Which flows for you into infinity and you enjoy.

You have a safe haven and enough air

To survive everything

In the air that can cause it

Chemical changes and you can calculate them

Only if you want.

You live in your own reflection of an image

And I believe you

That the world can be a nice place

If we look at ourselves.

Then everything is clear.

Biography

Tanja Ajtic was born in Belgrade, Serbia. She lived and studied in Serbia at the Faculty of Philology in Belgrade. Since 2002, she lives and creates in Canada, Vancouver. Moved to Belgrade, Serbia in summer 2023. She is a member of many groups and associations. Her poems and stories have been published two hundred collections (books), anthologies, electronic books and magazines. Her poems have been published in English, Serbian, Chinese, Croatian, Iraqi, Bengali, Indian, Bulgarian, Tunisian, Arabic and Spanish. In the spring of 2018, at the "Pegasus" competition of the Literary Youth of Serbia, Belgrade, she won the award for printing the first book of poetry "Outlines of Love". Her book was exhibited at the Book Fair in 2018 in Belgrade, as well as at the Book Salon in Toronto in 2019. She is represented in the Anthology among the 30 best writers for 2020 by the Association of Writers of Australia. She won first place, the award of authors from abroad in the Federation of BiH (2020) and the second prize in Great Britain from the Serbian Library in London. Participated in book fairs with collections and anthologies with other authors. Won III World Prize for Excellence "Cesar Vallejo" 2021 in the category of artistic excellence, Peru, by the World Spanish Union of Writers and International Award of Excellence, "Cita Del Galateo" Antonio De Ferrariis, IX edition 2022 – Rome, Italy, prestigious prize for a group of poets in the English language; winners of Foundation Naji Naaman literary prize 2023; winning the 2023 “Zheng Nian Cup” Literary Award – Third Prize by the Beijing Mindfulness Literature Museum. She is the winner of many awards, diplomas and certificate. She is currently writing poetry, short stories, haiku, gogyoshi poetry as well as graphics artist as a freelance artist. Hers art graphic were published in books and magazines.

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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)

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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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