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Classic Water and Geometric Life – Poetry from Bangladesh

Life is geometrically formative too Through a shower of classic water. Shikdar Mohammed Kibriah, a renowned poet from Bangladesh, shares his poetry Shikdar Mohammed Kibriah, born on 1st July, 1968, in Sylhet, Bangladesh, has Masters in philosophy, and is a globally published, awarded, translated and featured renowned poet,

The Lament of the Earth – A Bouquet of Poems from Kosovo

Will Earth colonies remember the homeland they left behind or they will only like a snake that chucked its skin, never turn their head back Fahredin Shehu, an accomplished Independent Scientific Researcher, poet and multilingual writer from Kosovo, shares his poems Fahredin Shehu, born in Rahovec, South East of Kosova, is an

The Babbling Squad – A Poem from India

Poets thou are a babbling squad Better each to the other listen, And think your job is done. A poem by Dr. Jernail Singh Anand, the towering literary figure of India Dr. Jernail Singh Anand, President of the International Academy of Ethics, is author of 161 books in English poetry, fiction, non-fiction, philosophy and

The Secret of Eternal Fragrance – Philosophical Poetry from India

Let in thy eyes vest skies Here the secret of eternal fragrance lies. In these philosophical poems, Dr. Jernail Singh Anand takes a dig on man who is stinking because he is full of himself. The second poem ‘Furniture’, he focuses on the pleasure notes of birds, simply because they know they have to go tomorrow. What makes

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