It’s harvest time,
The parched field,
Guards you, as the bread for the soul…
The smile burns on the lips…
Such a longing!!!
Marisa Ashiku, a poetess from Albania, shares her poetry
Marisa Ashiku, born in October 1981, in Lushnje, (Albania) currently resides in Voghera, Italy where she works with
In the forest, trees gather together and live.
Under the big trees, small trees.
Under the small trees, charming little wildflowers.
Dr. Lee, Hye Seon, an eminent poetess from Korea, the Land of Morning Calm, shares her poems
Poetess Dr. Lee, Hye Seon graduated from the Korean language and literature department of Dongguk
The reality is only half-perceived and half-imagined. The ethical question is: should we strive to know more? This is what scientists have been doing, and they have succeeded to a great extent.
Dr. Jernail S. Anand
“From brutes, what men, and from men, what spirits know
Or who could suffer being here below?
The lamb thy riot
This article deals with the Indus Script etched in stones in Khirthar mountain range of Sindh, Pakistan.
Introduction
This article deals with the Indus Script etched in stones in Khirthar mountain range of Sindh, Pakistan. The Indus Script is explored first time in Sindh out of Mohen-Jo-Daro Inscribed on rocks beside the rock art of
Four years ago I visited Nepal. It is a small country, its right hand holds the palm of China, and its left hand rests on the shoulder of India, so that between them appears a nut in the jaws of a giant crusher… It has Mount Everest; the tallest peak in the world, continuously visited by travelers and adventurers, and Buddha, the boy
