No need to renounce anything. No need to run to mountains. No need to run to forests. Let us leave these areas for the god’s happy creatures, animals, birds, rivers
I do not buy the idea that death can deliver you of all your problems and responsibilities. Such statements hold good in worldly terms only. Death, on the other hand, is
Naqi Bokhari, an eminent poet and writer of Pakistan, hailing from Punjab, the Land of Five Rivers, shares his poem
Naqi Bokhari’s enchantment with poetry has blossomed over the course of nearly sixteen splendid years. He weaves poems in three languages: Punjabi, Urdu, and English. His roots, deeply embedded in the fertile soil
Towards the end of last year a group of far-right German political leaders gathered in a country hotel on the outskirts of Potsdam
Towards the end of last year a group of far-right German political leaders gathered in a country hotel on the outskirts of Potsdam.
They included key members of Germany’s Alternative fur Deutschland
The poem ‘Write My Name’ by Zeina Azzam is a brief reflection on the plight of Palestinian people in Palestine
Write my name….
Write my name on my leg mama…
Use the black permanent marker, with the ink that doesn’t bleed if it gets wet, the one that doesn’t melt if it’s exposed to
Eva Petropoulou Lianou, a renowned poetess and author of children’s literature from Greece, the cradle of Western Civilization, shares her poems
Eva Petropoulou-Lianou was born in Xylokastro, Greece. In 1994 she worked as a journalist for the French newspaper “Le Libre Journal” but her love for Greece won her over and
