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Poem: The Voice of Hunger

The Voice of Hunger In the hut of the poor, even dreams are halved — Torn between sighs and silence, Like broken lullabies caught in cobwebs of the night. How long will words remain alive? When hunger drapes the body like cloth, And sleep drips from a leaking ceiling, While dreams hang sharp — nailed to

Being a Daughter… Isn’t Easy

You know… Being a daughter… Isn’t just about being born. It’s about— Carrying your own silence Like a second skin. Nisar Banbhan, a seasoned poet and writer, based in Karachi, the capital city of Sindh shares his poetry Hailing from Village Mir Muhammad Banbhan, Taluka Mirwah, District

Poem: Tears Beneath The Bangles

She was still in her school uniform When the wedding garland was placed around her neck. Arash Hussain, a social media content creator, shares his poem highlighting the issue of under-age marriages of girls Arash Hussain, a business graduate from Nawabshah, Sindh is a social media content creator known for his powerful storytelling

Nepal launches new Literary Forum

Family Federation for World Peace and Unification Nepal chapter inaugurated a new literary organization called the Peace Literature Assembly In celebration of Bhanu Jayanti, the Family Federation for World Peace and Unification (FFWPU) Nepal chapter inaugurated a new literary organization called the Peace Literature Assembly. During the

Walking Alone – Poetry from China

Walking Alone You come from all directions Always alone You walk toward the opposite of your starting point Not knowing when you’ll return Walking alone, from childhood to old age Then from success to failure Coming from loneliness, and stepping into one’s own glory Walking alone, humming