TRAVELLING FOR KNOWLEDGE
When we travel far, we observe lots of things
Like a highflying kite, which is tied with string
This was a way to be healthy, wealthy and wise
People sleep early to travel long, and early rise
In ancient times the knowledge was not bookish
Wise man travels day and night, unlike a sluggish
Ibn
We search for life’s hidden meaning,
Unraveling the secrets unseen.
Miss Neeta J. Lalwani, a poetess from Ulhasnagar, India shares her two Sindhi poems with English translation
Neeta J. Lalwani is based in Ulhasnagar, Thane, Maharashtra state of India. By profession, she is teacher. Her poems are published in Hindvasi
Not all promises are fulfilled the way we expect. Sometimes, what we never receive becomes the reason we rise the highest.
In a quiet village nestled beside the winding waters of the Rohri Canal, where the soil smelled of wheat and river silt, lived the Manjhi family. Their life was humble, stitched together by simplicity, love, and
TAXI
I put the small sum of money
I had earned the day before
On the toughened palm
Of a pale-faced taxi driver.
Taxi, take me,
Deliver me
To the silent yesterdays
To the happy yesterdays
On the wings of the butterfly.
I have a letter to the dead ones.
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This is neither the first nor the last
The
House of Wisdom (HoW) is taking part in the 16th Sharjah Children’s Reading Festival (SCRF), running from April 23 to May 4 at Expo Centre Sharjah, with a special focus on the timeless fables of ‘’Kalila wa Dimna''.
Originating in ancient Sanskrit and later translated into Middle Persian, Kalila wa Dimna entered
