THE INDIAN PARADOX Should I import Date? When Love is Dumb – A Poem from Bosnia Herzegovina Migratory birds – Poetry from Bangladesh The Ganges River Flows – A Poem from Korea Pre-Partition Educational Institutions of Shikarpur Sindh ALTERING DIVINE EQUATIONS: THE TECHNOMAN AS A THREAT TO EXTRA-TERRESTRIAL BALANCE Rasool Bukhsh Palijo – An Undying Beacon of Light – Part-1
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THE INDIAN PARADOX

If India as a great nation, has something to be proud of, it is its great cultural and spiritual tradition. And if it has anything to worry about, it is the absence of national character and statesmen from its political stage. The Indian way of life can be best understood if one understands the cultural nuances of this country, which are

When Love is Dumb – A Poem from Bosnia Herzegovina

When love becomes dumb A trace of eternity remains Etched into images! Maid Corbic, a young poet hailing from Tuzla, Bosnia Herzegovina, shares his poem Maid Corbic from Tuzla, Bosnia Herzegovina, is a well awarded young poet. Many of his works have been published in anthologies and magazines in Chile, Spain, Ecuador, Bosnia

ALTERING DIVINE EQUATIONS: THE TECHNOMAN AS A THREAT TO EXTRA-TERRESTRIAL BALANCE

The techno-man is emerging as the villain who is proving a threat to the existence of nature, and God, and finally to his own existence. The issue of survival now is not only for man. It is for nature on one hand, and God on the other. The techno-man is emerging as the villain who is proving a threat to the existence of nature, and God,

Rasool Bukhsh Palijo – An Undying Beacon of Light – Part-1

Many battles are yet to be fought. We will not have Saeen Rasool Bukhsh Palijo physically present among us but his legacy, his undying spirit, his ever inspiring lessons, his institutional guidance and overall his ideals are very much here to provide the necessary stimuli for such battles Ambassador Muhammad Alam Brohi (On the occasion

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Despite the scarcity of meetings with the great Yemeni poet, critic and professor Abdulaziz Al-Maqalih, the most beautiful Sana’an mornings was when he hosted us in a poetry symposium in which I was among its readers, with the creative poetess Mai Muzaffar, and in the presence of the novelist friend Ali Al-Muqri. At that time, our