Til Kumari Sharma (Nepal) The nature is the supreme source of the life. Her youth always seems young. She is never old. She is the life giving source to all
Rifat Ismaili (Albania – Italy) I have returned to the wonders of the past Walking softly through the forests of memory. Memories and rains are born from within me, And
The snowdrop had a dream: “The snowdrop opened its bud…”. It had been hiding all winter, Patiently waiting for spring. The snow began to melt a little, Its ray woke
Carl Scharwath (USA) The door within the wall, Optical symbols in shadows cast, Poetry of liquid words, In a dance of whispered sighs. Through that portal, we discern, Small pictures
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
