Dr. Arch. Framca Colozo (Italy) When I will die, dress me in red To celebrate the joy of my crossing over. Jasmine flowers in my long hair To meet woodland
Kujtim Hajdari (Albania) Tonight, the sky feels heavy, As if it is burdened with dark blue, Upon my weary body that aches, Upon my eyes, dissolved on a map. I
Sibela Bala (Albania) The beautiful days of spring are slowly coming The field is taking on a golden green The mountain is filling with various flowers on the side of
Dr. Okram Shakuntala (India) Sometimes, the mind holds truths so clear, Yet the heart finds them hard to bear. Logic and reason draw their lines, But emotion often defies the
Saeeda Akhtar (Pakistan) Love is a whisper the soul understands, A silent touch, like waves on sands. No words are spoken, yet hearts confide, Bound by a bond no force
Feelings cannot be seen But realised The mother kangaroo Feeds her joey, little one Nurses her with her milk So do other animals mother’s Care for them till They are
Early in the morning The man runs to build his muscles And keeps his health. Early in the morning The woman runs to make The flowers bloom And nature keeps
Dr. Laxmikanta Dash (India) Perception of humanity has been changing In the stirring field of human journey No one concerned with ethical proposition Importance of humanity dwells in suffocation. Reference
Shofiqure Rahman (Mayanmar) Who am I without a Homeland ? To dwell neither home nor sand, In the roadside or else you’d see, As a home my sleep there only
Lidia Popa (Romania – Italy) We are so poor in words That we could rot like sugar beet, Without anyone noticing. Only mother still knows how to seduce us, With
