A poem by Dr. Jernail Singh Anand, the towering literary figure of India, with Polish translation
Dr. Jernail Singh Anand, the towering literary genius of the twenty-first century from India, is the second Indian author after Gurudev Rabindra Nath Tagore, who has been conferred the Honorary Membership of the prestigious Serbian Writers
We are not exaggerating when we emphasize the exceptional role that the great novelist Naguib Mahfouz played and influenced in contemporary Arab culture; a role that transcended the boundaries of literary narration to the spaces of the arts that touched them. If cinema is the most important and most famous of these arts, then I am writing on
In my recollection, I don’t remember the years of my life being smooth. They never were. Many doors remained shut, access was difficult, patience was stretched thin, and the end goals often seemed or still seem distant. Isn’t that the case for everyone's life?
Indeed, my friend, without the slightest doubt, it is!
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The dirt-streaked, clenched hands stretched out, racing with eagerness, concentrating all the nerves of the body into a fist.
At the edge of the grip, the meeting of the hunched shoulders made the hands grasp the void, dangling in the air.
The eyes no longer saw the apple that once focused all gazes on a single point.
A hand gripped
It's quite inconceivable for one to dwell upon their past sorrows, conflicts, hardships, and sufferings without realizing that there's always a way out or relief, no matter how long it might take. If there were a profound maturity in human thought and consciousness, it would be logical for one to search for the elements of happiness
