Let the first rain of the Earth falls once again for ten million years
Let it take rest after three and a half hundred years of creation
To wash away the mountains of blood
Ten thousand years later
The history will repeat itself
The purest water stream devoids of germ sterile meadow
And without presence of
“A decision made in anger never ends well for anyone” – A mother’s advice to her son
Just yesterday, spring had stepped in with its warm and unique fragrance, but soon it would give way to summer. The weather was very hot. There were exactly 10 days left until the end of school.
“Kids, how about we go
If you’ve ever had a Sindhi friend, chances are you would have definitely tasted the koki.
The journey from Sindh to Gujarat
When all is lost, what does one hold on to? A photograph, a piece of heirloom, an important document?
During the Partition of 1947, over 700,000 Sindhi Hindus were forced to leave their homeland, what
What is death? It is going back to nothingness. Everything was created after the big bang. When we are alive and gathering consciousness, we are moving away from the center of the creative mass.
I am the last man on this planet to doubt man’s intelligence, much less his wisdom, to think that he does not know what he is up to. It
I invited for dinner all the sleep’s dreams
To see who spoke with the heart
I circled around them, close I came
I called the sweetest dream by name.
Shire Dhima, a poetess, born in Albania, and currently based in Greece, shares her poetry
Shire Dhima was born on January 27, 1963 in Kuçovë (Albania). She
