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A Piece of Bread… A Bouquet of Poems from Italy

Angela Kosta, a renowned poetess and writer, born in Albania and based in Italy, shares her three poems Angela Kosta was born in Albania in 1973 and has lived in Italy since 1995. She is also a translator, essayist, literary critic and promoter. She has published 11 books – novels, poems and fairy tales in Albanian, Italian and

Ode to the Sorrow of War and the Hope for Peace

A poem composed by Jaseem Pasha, MD, founder of ISEEK International Dr. Pasha‘s life and career stand as a testament to the profound impact of personal interactions and the enduring power of empathy. His journey began at Dow Medical College, one of Pakistan’s premier medical institutions, which also served as a crucible for

The Peace-Snatched Place – A Poem for Peace

The poem by Indian poet and writer Haroon Rashid is a dedication to every place on Earth which is suffering Haroon Rashid is a famous author, known for ‘We Fell Asleep In One World And Woke Up In Another’. He is National Vice Chairman Youth India at Mother Teresa International Foundation. For his literary works, he received

Declared discontinuation of life-sustaining treatment – A Poem from Korea

I don’t glorify death It is not about risking one’s life to alleviate the pain of life. I just want to confidently walk the final path. Now I can’t record the rest of my life with a monitor. Remove the dashboard of pain attached to my body Please wear mourning clothes with the most comfortable buttons. An

An injury turned me in on myself

It seems that my body wanted to teach me a lesson lately; something that I’d never forget. Maybe it felt sorry for me or may be it went too far but by all means, I’m sure it was out of good intentions. We are inseparable; what hurts me hurts my body. Thus, it wanted to force me to unburden my loads and have a forced sick leave