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Child – Mystic Poetry from India

I find reduced to a child before the spectacle That is moving in front of my eyes. I can’t decipher why there is disparity Why there is poverty… Dr. Jernail Singh Anand, a renowned poet and writer from Chandigarh, India, shares his mystic poetry Dr. Jernail Singh Anand, based in Chandigarh, is an Indian poet

Ice and Snow – Poetry from Bangladesh

Alluring beauty of ice and snow cleanses my soul and sense. Oh, white fairy, please keep falling for wishful romance! Tasneem Hossain, a renowned multi-lingual poet from Bangladesh, shares her poems Ice and Snow Shining, sparkling snow and ice, Fluffy flurries falling from heaven, oh so nice! Hanging icicles on branches

People of the Indus: Portraits from a changing river

On a journey from mountain to sea, The Third Pole meets people whose lives are intertwined with the nourishing, destructive and evolving Indus Alefia T Hussain On its 3,100-kilometre course from the mountains of Tibet to the Arabian Sea, the mighty Indus River flows through foothills and plains, national parks, lands that have been

The Ballad of Peggy and Pedro – Poetry from Italy

The ballad of Peggy and Pedro barked out by the punkbestials Of the Garibaldi Bridge, with a mixture of hatred and despair… Ivan Pozzoni, a renowned poet and writer from Italy, shares his poetry Ivan Pozzoni was born in Monza city of Italy in 1976. He introduced Law and Literature in Italy and the publication of essays on

Poetry: The Longing of December Nights

In the nights of December, There’s a wistful charm so captivating, That one feels the urge To sit somewhere And weep to the heart’s content. 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,