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The Scent of Burning Breath – A Poem from Sudan

Yousif Ibrahim Abubaker Abdalla, a poet and writer from Sudan, a war-ravaged African country, shares his poem Yousif Ibrahim Abubaker is a TEFL Teacher, Poet, Journalist, Activist, and Freelance Interpreter/ Translator from Umbda Omdurman – Sudan. He also has been working as a debate leader discussing various topics in many

Ode to Reading – A Poem from Punjab

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

Tale of a Heart Shaped like a Stone – A Bouquet of Poems from Kosovo

Alketa Gashi Fazliu, an eminent poet, writer and journalist from Kosovo, a country in Balkan region of Europe, shares her three poems Alketa Gashi Fazliu was born in Prizren, Kosovo in 1986. She has earned her Bachelor in Political Science and Master of Science in International Relations and Diplomacy. Currently a PhD student pursuing

From Engineer to Poet and Author – Life Journey of Naila Hina

Naila Hina, a former Engineering University Instructor, is an international award-winning poet and author of 100+ multilingual books, from Karachi, Sindh Pakistan Introduction Hailing from a highly educated well established family, Naila Hina, a former Navy Engineering University Instructor, is an international award-winning author of

A humanoid demon in a tree

It seems to me that if there is anything to be said about demons, they are none other than humans A few days ago, I got a sudden phone call from poet Ashraf Ali Charu Bhai a little before noon. Go to Kausar’s shop and find out that it will take another minute or two for him to arrive. I have never seen so many people in the market on