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Foreword

"Midnight in the Garden of Peace" is an anthology inspired

by the World Literary Forum on Peace and Human Rights,

which is the only one of its kind. It is the reflections of human

thoughts in the form of verses that would plead melodically to

all the sentiment beings to exercise for peace around the world.

The anthology contains poems written by all the

international literary warriors who are inspired to strengthen

the international cultural heritage of different countries through

their literary work so that their writing promote the cultivation

of peace and peace through literature. It includes the divine

imagination of all the poets of the unity to support which would

eventually resonate the songs of peace that everyone waits to

listen.

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The anthology circle around the topic of Peace, Humanity

and Humanitarian which, at present, is felt as necessary to

repair the world a better place to live. The verse formed from

the anthology would be able to regenerate the minds of the

readers to reflect and transform oneself as its rich literary

meanings enables readers to decode their humanitarian heart

hidden in the paradigm of fantasy world. Simultaneously, the

inner soul of the reader would resurrect to explore the world

not traveled to find serenity within and would enable all readers

to change the way they look and listen to the world.

Thus, the anthology will cause every reader to relax,

think, enjoy and realize about their real spirit as it urges a

reverie and a deep introspection, that is like a dive, a fantastic

exploration.

Santosh Kumar Biswa

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Abundio Noel M. Libot

Let Them Be Themselves

Please stop forcing them to change their being,

That they may fit in the world of your dream,

Do not continue your pseudo-healing,

For they are well enough before you came.

Just bother not to look for something wrong,

It's their true melody, not out of tune,

Though it sounds different from the old song,

It is never a whistle of typhoon.

You may not witness the blood that they shed,

That you keep on pushing to the limit,

Beware, not every danger is in red,

And it may kill you if you step on it.

Please allow them be themselves, my friend,

Or just forget that you have ever reigned.

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Different Horizons on Kabul

Who are the real terrorists,

I hope we fairly investigate,

Because allies are there to attest

What is in favor to their bet.

Something written in the history

Yet have different shades of gray,

The youth have limited memory

Just based on what the elders say.

Who are the heroes and the villains,

The answer will only depend

On who are the respondent’s friends,

They are the one they will defend.

Who should be there for the Afghans?

Which music would the people dance?

Is it the hymn of Taliban

Or the chants of the Americans.

Behind the Wall

Should I let my hair grow

As long as of Rapunzel,

Or wait any star to fall

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To wish for fairy tale

To be real,

So your heart could hear

The ringing of bells?

But my horizon is nothing but walls,

How could I see those meteors,

How could I wish as they fall?

Neither sunrise nor sunset,

Only the sun’s heat

For my body to sweat.

Life is free,

That’s what they say,

The, why should I pay?

Why build a wall between us

To forbade each other to see

The stupid reality.

You’re there, I am here,

We’re closer than whisper,

But to my wail

You never hear,

As poor voices

Are not allowed to enter

Your golden ear.

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Though I could not have

The treasure that you have,

But I am still worth of

Such treatment so smooth.

I am human too,

Just like you,

The wall between us,

Hinders you to know.

The land where the wall stand,

Could be a pavement,

To reach each other’s hands,

That together we can dance.

You need not to fear or shame

For our hearts are on flames,

Just listen to the rhythm

Our world would be a joyful hymn.

Rustle

There is a noise

Of a running stream,

As the water to the rock kisses

Like lips of her to him.

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There is a sound

Of the waving air,

It is out of tune,

Yet, I am longing to hear.

There’s a lullaby

Heard by my soul,

It makes my heart fly,

And in your love fall.

But all of these

Will just only pass,

Silence will be noise,

Be memory of the past.

There is ringing of bells,

Children run to play,

But another ringing of bells

Takes those children away.

There is a silence

Of the running stream,

The cool waving stream

No longer sing a hymn.

There is a goodbye,

There is an end,

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No more lullaby,

My soul used to listen.

But all of these

Will just past,

Noise will be the silence,

Be memory of the past.

The Reigning Pawn

I am holy as a saint

and wicked as a sinner,

I can be good or evil,

but nothing last forever.

I deserve no heaven,

yet I am not worthy of hell,

I am what I am,

neither a demon nor an angel.

I wish to be a king,

to have a kingdom of my own,

I have done everything,

but I can only be a pawn.

I am proud of my strength

and humbled of my shortcoming,

Recognizing both

is the great formula of winning.

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Babangida Baba

About Poet

Babangida B. Shira was born in

the Republic of Nigeria, Bauchi state,

Shira LGA. His reading journey moved

him to Azare, zone of Bauchi state,

where he bagged his NCE Certificate

in 2019. He studied English language

and Social studies.

He is a poet, bibliophile, literary

analyst, essayist, unpublished

playwright, co-authored of "The Art of Philosophy: A Selection of Literature

and Poetry", "Sweet Poetry Anthology" etc, multiple awardee in poetry

online competitions.

Babangida B. Shira was also a founder of PoetryJournal

@(babangidababaorg.WordPress. com). He teaches Literature-in-English.

On pram of this lass Earth!

Besides wretched 'nd wrath

Of its. Bear footed matching

On destiny, As if Okonkwo's

Plight- reading via life ireness.

Where an intestine thunders

Where Pity speaks coreless

A stage: where louder lowers

Where Harlot so welcomed

Where Orphan so outcasted.

Wandering For quenching self;

Wanderer and Gatherer

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Gathering not as fresh, but

Decayed stuff- and, jump for joy.


Carcade Of Emotion

Pours on heart

Seems in stupor

Seniles trap less

Makes souls smoothy

Beside raw, riped injects

Echoes an emptied holes

Tick wrong, not a mad

Here mine of, a queen call

How can i shroud? Pardon!

Drive gentle, drop humble

An ardent or gullible to you

Isn't love that makes king, slave?

Hurray, why then- not

A solo of soloful brain

Remained i? I salute to

The Flowerful flower, that

Keeps floating in convoy

Of tantalising smile, hush!

Yours car, highly drives well.

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The SEERS

We're the SEERS

Of those devils replicas

We're the vertebras

Of those diluted souls

Roofs of transparent rooms

Chairs of the bottomless tyrannies

Asphalt of tireless lorries

A gas use to ride a camels

Victims of colonial masters

And independent gentle dudes

Paradises of deviant folk

Wives of castrated husbands

The insulters of deaf men

The gesticulates of blind women

We become the rapists of women

We become the tutors of gathered

Rocks, sheep, swung-monkeys

And the guards of flies-birds.

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Roamers

Barefooted - they transverse

The Warders - to street queen

Crumble, scream in elfs canon

In rhythm of hate - they bypass

Gloss of any convicts, not oafs

Almajirai, in this name humiliate

Many. As if disposal cabbage eat

By an ocean of merciless tyrants

Merchants of predated century

The plight en route on K'olos'

Roles. Spread on mat Malam's

Time paradigm, society as well

I'm sorry of your roaming in wall

Then why are you chosen your

NYSC in the land of no concern?

"In your tour and in lives overture"

A love, a hope, an envisioning

A Change to this Noble course

And monopoly

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Bogdana Găgeanu

Bio:

In 2011, a wrote a play, which is

a monologue called "Do it for me" and

I played it in august at The Culture

House in the town where I was born

in Romania, Câmpina

My Literary poetry debute

started in december 2019.I was

published in the Literary Magazine

"Cenaclul de la Păltiniș" ("The Literary

Circle from Păltiniș", edited by Elena Moisei and Valentin Leahu).

2020-inJune, I went to a radio, Diaspora 360, in the show called "The

world of the words"presented by Petru Abouriței and I recited my poems.

Interviews with Naty Budu-Grati, a Romanian Literary blogger

- article about me in "Gândul" ("The thought" presented by Simona

Tănăsescu.

September2020 - It was a show on radio Vocative, "Reader on the

microphone", presented by Claudia Minela. Claudia read my play "Do it for

me".

September2020-I started to present on radio diaspora 360 a show

with Petru Abouriței called "Senseless News", a humouristic show.

I went at a poetry marathon, organized in Câmpina, Romania.

December 2020-I win 3rd place at the Romanian Poetry Contest

organized by "Mureșenilor House Museum” from Brașov.

I had an interview on Mezomorf-a Romanian online platform about

talented youngsters.

December-I was published in a Romanian Anthology called "Literary

Alpinism" and in a magazine called "The New Magazine", edited by Florin

Dochia.

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From january 2021, I took several International recognitions on

different online competitions.

I had several interviews with Ayo Gutierrez, with Loi Monroe and

Gelda Castro.

I had different projects with radio I&G with Ionel Sava.

Some of my poems became songs, with the help of singer Ghiuri

Mezabrovschi

I was published in "Taifas Literary Magazine "

I was published in Romanian magazines like "The shop window with

poetry" and "Eminesciana"

Idols

We always have idols

And we want to meet them,

Stay close and learn from them.

As time goes by, we become idols, too

For other people, who search one.

We become an example of moving on

And we change the perspective.

Instead of haters, let's have idols!

Poetry as a prayer

Is poetry a prayer?

Yes, it is.

Because the poet is praying

For a better world

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And he is revealing his soul,

Talking to God in rhymes,

Giving Him riddles to solve

And asking His unlimited mercy.

Escape

When my mind is a highest mountain

And I feel I can not climb it,

I go back to my soul

And make an escape

Looking for the blue sea and its waves

And for the need of vacation.

Beggars

Are we beggars,

If we search for love?

Are we beggars,

If we search for compașsion?

Are we beggars,

If we search for help?

Are we beggars

Or only souls in need?

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Who talks?

Who talks?Poverty or your heart?

When you give birth to a child

And you have no financial possibilities To raise him well

But your heart, your mother instinct

Tells you not to abandon your own blood

Because he needs you more than money.

Who talks?Think twice and do not have remorses!

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Bozena Helena Mazur-

Nowak

Bio

Bozena Helena Mazur-Nowak

is a Pole since 2004 lives in the UK.

She has published eight volumes of

poetry: four in Polish and four in

English.

She also writes prose and

released two novels and a few short story collections.

Her work may be found in more than 100 worldwide anthologies and

magazines.

Winner of many poetry competitions. Proud holder of many

diplomas, awards, and distinctions including Doctor Honoris Causa for a

Woman of Peace from International Forum of Creativity and Humanity

established in the kingdom of Morocco and A thousand minds for Mexico

Association.

She is also a translator to fellow poets, translates from and into

English.

Her poetry was translated into more than 20 languages

sad monkeys crouched

at the edge of the clearing

and were thinking so hard

where to get bananas for today

curse of hunger

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their stomachs were rumble

their faces twisted by a grimace

however, they do not give up

and were thinking so furiously


the man cut down to the trunk

all banana trees in their area

for man, the animal's world

doesn't count any value at all

because of their thoughtlessness

because of their own private business

the curse of terrible hunger hangs

over the world of all wild monkeys

Man!

after all, you named yourself

a rational being, a master race

don't you?

come to your senses as it is not too late

before you bury all surrounding world

including yourself

Invisible

A little girl gave birth to her son in a dark alley.

Raped more than once by drunk hogs in human skin,

thrown out of her family home for lack of space and love

she had to be self-reliant from an early age

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She loved her son with the love she herself had always wanted

she hid him in the cradle of maternal arms.

She sang him lullabies,

taught him how to talk, walk and how to survive on the streets,

how to protect himself from rape, rain, and hunger.

Her son woke up in the morning

beside her cold, motionless body,

so lost, so scared and so lonely

in the jungle of a big city still remembering

her words repeated like a mantra

"When I'm gone, son, become invisible"

She didn't know it would happen so quickly,

so unexpectedly, that she would leave her son

broken-hearted like hers used to be,

she wanted so much to teach him to live

with hope for a better tomorrow

The invisible son will live like his mother,

a sad and lonely life

And when that last day comes

My Guardian Angel,

you have been walking through life with me

for so many years now,

giving me a hand when I fall down helpless,

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you protect me when I do not see evil myself,

and now there is so much evil in the world, so much

it multiplies, spreads, bleeds, and triumphs so fast.

Gods whom people have raised to the high pedestals,

they probably laugh loudly at humans' stupidity.

They are supposed to make only good

and teach love for one's neighbor,

it was the man who made them an instrument of war.

With the name of God on their lips, these "rational" beings

they conquered new lands, murdered, robbed, and raped.

Human history is written in blood and pain.

How many more cards we will be able to feel in it

before the last animal dies,

before we, people, will cut down the last tree,

before the fat belly oligarch throws in

to their unnecessary fortune the last bloody dollar?

before...

It might be the last lesson

just yesterday they believed it would be okay

they fought for every breath, for every sip of life

today rows of only empty chairs remind of them,

the cat mewing in the armchair and dog in tears

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loved ones should be close, but they were so far away

there was no one to hold their hands and tightly hug

now they lay lonely in rows of nameless coffins

in the middle of nowhere waiting for the grave

where did it all start and how it happened, who knows?

they say in China but are they really sure?

if there would not be the pursuit of money and power

there would not be so many hungry people in the world

there is enough money for bombs and space rockets

the food drowns in the sea by some madmen creatures

and their sick visions instead of feeding the hungry

although tomorrow, our world may cease to exist

it is still not too late to shake off the madness

to learn from this cruel and maybe last warning

first of all, people must be treated equally

the rest will slowly follow when you open your heart

And it was yesterday

Years go by and memories are lost in the fog

But still are just as painful

Yellowed photographs so often clasped to the heart

Remind us that they lived among us

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Grandmother had a long number on her forearm

She often said that it was her name

Given her by the baptism of war

I listen to the dark horror of her story

I close my eyes and see through hers

Through the eyes of a frightened child

A world that has been taken from her

without her consent

A world she received, although she did not want to

At night I pray for peace

I pray that my children never know hunger

That they may enjoy every moment

That they may build a future of their desire

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Maria Ciobotariu

Autobiography

I was born on October 8, 1952,

in Păltiniş commune, Botoşani county.

Daughter of Teodor and Maria Istin.

Graduate of the High School of

Philology-History and the Cultural-

Scientific University of Braşov

International Ambassador of

Peace through literature.

Member of the Writers'

League-Brasov Branch. I have been living in Brașov since 1980 by marrying

Ciobotariu Aurel-graduate of the Faculty of Chemical Technology - Iași

I have two daughters: Carmen-Amalia and Janina-Andreea.

Literary activity:

Administrator of the literary site Vasile Cârlova and GANDURI

CALDE; Literary site moderator, Poetry and Literature World Vision-India

and Cronos Magazine - A source of culture "international magazine, Taifas

Literary Magazine; Editor of the magazine Ritmuri Brașovene.

I publish poems on various literary sites.

Author volume:

- The volume of poems “Hidden Flames” - Info RapArt Publishing

House - Galaţi, 2013

- Volume of poems “Echo of time” - Inspirescu Publishing House -

Satu Mare, 2014

- Volume of poems “Shadow of a love” -Gai Românesc Publishing

House - Buzău, 2015

2017

- The volume of poems “Rays of hope” - PIM Publishing House - Iași,

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- The volume of poems “Beyond us” - PIM Publishing House - Iași,

2018. Collective anthologies:

- The volume of poems "Time with a silver veil" , IM Publishing House-

Iași, 2019

Co-author volumes, over 35 volumes.

I have received numerous national and international awards.

Word of freedom

How sweet is the word freedom

As our lives want.

Let the storm and the sea be calm,

When the love in us blossoms.

In the field and poppies are caught in the choir

I am reborn in the spring under the temple of light

And they sprout under the sun.

They bloom under waiting rains with longing for fulfillment.

I am a word of freedom

I'm worried about the wind crying before the storm,

I found myself in the morning dew

Under the wings of birds flying to the sky and peace

descends to earth.

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The mystery of time

I listen to the murmur of time

When the green of spring sets

With a warm light in May

Open the window to untouched mysteries...

From the lost steps among the words

I still gather their spark, on the evening road

Late flowers fall from the silent oak

On the temples of the moment, with tender caresses.

When the night stretches its veil

Over the wall of night fog

The moon rises from undiscovered mysteries

Let your face shine through the leaves.

I walk in the shadows on paths of fire

What lies on the warm darkness

The white rains fall away...

What covers the silence of the earth ether.

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A bunch of peace

I follow the steps between east and west

The eyes look for the passage of time

From my magic universe

Between today and tomorrow a bridge of thoughts

I miss the beautiful braided smile

From the endless fall of love.

You are the word of every moment…

Breathing the fresh evening air.

I'm looking for a place to rest in the evenings

When the moonlight vibrates in the clouds

And the dream that appears wanders endlessly

Like a miracle written in your name.

Thousands of desires live among the lyrics,

The crows travel between me and you

And our circle opens to the horizon.

In our prayer of faith

God, suffer,

A tall bridge of multicolored flowers

Make a string of daisies out of tears

And for the poor a warm and soft bed.

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From every wound in my soul

God, make a blue star

And give him a new smile on his face

To illuminate the moments of eternity.

You are our path to serene horizons

You are our prayer for victory.

We gather your light from the darkness

We look up to your faith.

In the garden of peace

A dream was born between clouds and rain

It traverses thoughts like mountain waters

Clear and cold on summer days, under the magic of light.

The sun paints the horizon with butterflies of love

The wind blows through dew scented with linden flowers

He secretly caresses me with sublime music.

Vibrations under the sky of immortality, towards the

magical universe

Birds and butterflies in flight to new sunrises,

A tremor of nature with emerald sparkles.

I feel like I'm floating on the wings of the wind in the sun.

I carry faith in my soul like an expensive diamond.

I pray for peace on earth for the pigeons to fly free to the sky.

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I seek peace, tranquility and love, the proof of my existence

Our friendship, a rainbow of thoughts,

A covenant between heaven and earth.

A perfect sphere

He had missed me one morning

Looking for a gram of hope in me.

I see him pass by me silently,

Flapping its wings to the high sky.

It measures a dream in a silent world

And my eyes look with wonder,

In moments of peace and quiet

Raindrops fall on my shoulders.

A petal of thought in us unfolds

In tumultuous worlds under the burning stars

I try to save from love, a perfect sphere

Waiting on the threshold of the passing world.

Silence has long roamed the place

And the smile on his face settles slightly

Looking for words without regrets

Those that are inlaid are not visible.

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Damburudhara Behera

Bio data

Name: Amb. Dr. Dambarudhar

Behera

His father's name was

Laxminarayan Behera

Mother's name is Parvati

Behera

His wife's name is Swapnarani

Behera

Son's name - Anshuman Behera

The girl's name is Swayamsiddha Behera

Educational Qualifications -: BA (Oriya Honors)

MA (Oriya) M.Phil (a research paper on the language of the Gadba

Jan Jati of South Odisha), BED (Regional Education Institute, Bhubaneswar).

Profession: Teaching - (Eklabya Adarsh Vidyalaya has five years of

teaching experience from 04/10/2004 to 30/11/2009 and Jawahar Navodaya

Vidyalaya has been teaching for 12 years since 03/11/2009 to till now).

Instincts - writing stories, poems and essays.

Awarded HONORARY DOCTORATE By: HUMANITIES.

Creative resources

The name of the self-published book

1- "Discussion bundle" (collective edit)

2- A collection of poems 'Self Perfect'

1In addition, various regional daily newspapers, such as Odisha News,

Sambad Kalika, Dhwani Pratidhwani, Sakal, Matrubhasha, Hiranchal and many

other stories, poems and articles published in various newspapers and

magazines)

I am a active member in various Global Literary Work.

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The names of the institutions that are active members


1. Regional Director and Regional Coordinator Suryodaya Language

and Literature Institute, (Ada, Balasore) Gajapati - branch

2. Assistant Manager South Odisha Sahitya Sangsad, Malkangiri

3. Lifetime Member Ganjam Poetry House, Ganjam.

4. Literary Life, Adviser, Sambalpur.

* Honor recognition *

5. International Excellence Award (2020), Sunrise Language Institute,

Ada, Balasore

6.Talent Certificate Suryodaya Bhasha Sahitya Institution, Ada,

Baleshwar

7.Best Essay Certificate, Honeymoon Literature, Spread Happiness,

Nagpur, Maharashtra

8 i) South Odisha Sahitya Sammilani / Matilagna Sahitya Sangsad,

Malkangiri family has earned a letter of commendation for its own writing.

ii) State Level Competition Essay - Matilagna Managing Forum, Best

Judge Saraswat Certificate of Merit.

iii) Certificates of Excellence for Excellence in Strong Organization

and Development.

9. Best Emerging Romantic Poet of 2020, Radhamohan Gadnayak

Literary Institute, Anugol

10. At the All-India level (AUTHOR OF THE WEEK) in the second

week of January this year (2020), a letter of commendation from the author

of the story, The Storyer's Family.

* Certificate of participation in five months of poetry participation.

* Indra Sagittarius of experience Some unforgettable and Oliva past

participation certificates

* LOCK DOWN LIFE LESSONS WRITING CONTEST

PARTICIPATION CERITIFIVATE BY SOTRY MIRROR.

* CELEBRATE BROTHER- SISTER BOND CERTIFICATE OF

PARTICIPATION BY STORY MIRROR.

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* BE A POET FOR POEM FOR PARTICIPATION BY STORY

MIRROR.

(From the literary family of Adi Storyori)

11. Literary life titled "Mother Power, Patriotism, Guru is God,

Relationship, Motherland".

12. My article is titled "My World" by Kanyadan, Himbir, Air Force

Raphael, and poetry.

13. Poetry and stories for participation in the monthly Bugsita Buguda

monthly literary event.

14. On behalf of Suryodaya Bhasha Foundation, 'Oriya Folk Literature

and the Life of Oriya (Essays) Contributions of Women Poets in Oriya

Literature (Essays), Footprints (Poems), Lock Down and Life (Poems), Salam

Shahid (Poems)

Poetry Writing Topic in English - Humanity, Ecstasy, Romance, Crave

For Freedom, Devotion, Perseverance, Contentment etc. For participation.

15. Certificate for Poetry 'Sexual Practice' from Swapna Sahitya

Parivar Bhubaneswar.

16. Atomic Stories from Sananthan Smriti Sahitya - Letters of Honor

for Karona and Life.

17. Poetry on behalf of the Oriya Sahitya Sangsad

The poem "Kali Yuga Manish" and other letters of commendation.

18.

Certificate of Merit from the Family of Spread and Happiness, first

place for the article 'Ram Janma Bhumi', fifth place for married life (story)

and participation in other competitions.

19. CERTIFICATE OF APPRECIATION on behalf of INK DEW

PUBLICATION

20. Editor of Oriya Sahitya Samaj, Chhatra Sangha, Khallikot

University (2001 to 2002)

21.

INTERNATIONAL AMBSSADOR OF PEACE (2020)

World Peace and Literature Association

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22. 'Writers' Award (2020) Gopal Krishna Spiritual Parliament,

Mulakayada - Anantapur, Tire, Baleshwar.

23. Aam Odisha Aam Jagannath (Puri), Sahitya Sangsad (Bargarh),

Utpana Sahitya Sangsad (Balangir), Swarnakshar Sahitya Sangsad

(Subarnapur),

Meghasani Sahitya Parivar (Mayurbhanj)

Establishment of Shri Gopinath Sahitya Sangsad, Firoz Penth

(Ganjam), Saptadhara Sahitya Sangsad, (Malkanagar)

Kabir Kavita Sahitya Sangsad (Nabarangpur)

Poetry Jhankar, District - Sambalpur (Odisha)

My thoughts are on my composition Facebook Oriya Literary

Organization,

Beautiful My Language Literature (Kendujhar) Creati

Humanity

All of us are as a human being

We should have kept humanity for mankind.

Like - Love, Faith, Sympathy, Gentleness,

kindness, friendship, helping hand,

Or warming heart and sweetness voice.

Be the reason someone smiles

Never be hardful to others

Strong people stand for themselves,

But stronger people stand for others.

Love life and life will love you back.

Love people and they will love you back

For whomever and whatever benifits humanity as a whole.

Without that pious qualities

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Life will be violent and will be lost.

Be a donor, Devote your income and labour to other.

To define us as human being.

Enjoying the joys of others and suffering with them.

Be ashamed to die until

we have won some victory for our humanity.

Because memories of lives,

of our works and our deeds will remain for ever in the

material world.

There is nothing on earth divine except humanity.

All things in the vast universe exist in us, with us and for us.

We should be humble and simple by nature.

So, we think about universe

It is our country and the human family is our sweet family.

Dream for a batter world and for a batter humanity, not

for a batter car and bigger house.

Because walking with a friend in the dark is batter than

walking alone in the light.

Don't be the reason someone feels insecure.

Be the reason someone feels, seen, heard and supported.

Never, never be afraid to do

What's right, especially if the well- being of all the mankind.

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Cry For Blaming Cake

Today I cry for my blaming cake

How to distribute

To anyone

Don't be same and shame

To others

It may be imposible

To share with others

For filling unwanting wants

To whome will be served

When I have insufficient

Blaming sweet cake

Now wonna life come

Too much lacking

Too much making

To turn waste

To take rest...?

Hope For The World

Hope is the foundation of the world

The number of children dying around

We get the tools to overcome from the ground.

More mothers and children are surviving and thriving.

Better nutrition and access to quality healthcare are giving

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Hope for the world moms and their babies a healthier with

smilling.

Every child is created in their image and deserves our care.

Renew our dedication to following our example as a friend

and healer.

We can solve the global water crisis within our lifetimes.

Developing world to solve its water crisis.

World Vision has to End Violence Against Children.

We are supporting the efforts

We hope to end abuses,

exploitation, trafficking,

And all forms of violence and torture against children.

Loving God, reach out our helping, healing, and loving

hands to keep children safe from harm.

Convincing them not to marry off their teenage daugherts

Hope for the world to focus on the needs of people who

are vulnerable.

Expanding its efforts to apply new methods and

technologies for development work.

World Vision put the power to choose in a child’s hands.

Hope is fondation of the world

Hope is hold up for the world.

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War for selfishness

It's empty here

War for selfishness

Who is ahead of whom?

Whether in wealth or in charity

It's empty here

Civil war, cold war

Who cares how much

Throwing it behind

Runs forward like a horse...

It's empty here

War only

Is your race big?

Someone else

There is a war going on here

In the name of religion

Cheater's arrogance

Never again here

Feminist Cast

Become a man and die

Never mind

He tells the oppressed to be untouchable

Asked for water here

Blood is found

Hunger is hatred

Prosperity says pain...

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There is war

For yourself

Everyone is here

No one

No i'm yours

No you are mine

It's empty here

War for selfishness

Civil war, cold war

Horse racing

False propaganda

Kill and Kill, Died and Died

Next time

Your own...

Copyright:

Dr.Damburudhara Behera

India

Ho God! It Is

You are the Almighty of the world

You are the Rain in the cloud.

You are the Creator of the creation

You are the Monsoon in the season.

You are there where there is life

You are there where there is no life.

You are in the hut of a poor man

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You are in the palace of a rich man

You are the omnipresent

You are the omniscient

You are the directer of every direction

You are the main subject of every lesson.

We see You every moment of our life.

We see You in the pain of knife

We see You in the flower

We see You everywhere

Oh God ! It Is True

You are the great

You are the right

You are the ray of the light

You are the vision of the sight

O God ! It Is True

It's by Your Grace

It's by Your Grace.

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Ezhill Vendhan

Profile of Dr. Ezhill

Vendhan, from India

Dr. Ezhil Vendhan is a

celebrated poet from India writing

poems for four decades. He is author

of seven poetry collections and many

of his poems find place in International

Poetry Anthologies. His poem Banyan

Tree was the poem selected for the

Indian Republic Day Multilingual

National Symposium of Poets - 1995. This poem has been translated into

thirty eight global languages including Greek, Hebrew, Chinese, Arabic,

Russian and French. He represents India as an Indian delegate in many

international poetry events and anthologies.

He was invited to participate in the 39th World Congress of Poets

of World Academy of Arts and Culture held in Bhubaneswar, India from 2nd

to 6th October, 2018 and Festival of SAARC Writers And Literature held

in New Delhi from 8th to 10th March, 2019.

Change yourself

I'm not sure who can change you

unless you retreat yourself and change.

Your lustful eyes spread the devious

fire from your awkward eyes.

Each and every activity of you,

your racial and ethnic discrimination and persecution,

peels your ugly designs to nudity.

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Your exertions force me

to keep you away beyond the horizon.


While I think of the sympathy I had for you,

makes me ashamed and my head bends,

for I have been contemplating in good faith,

waiting for your change on your own,

understanding the diversity as to arrive unity.

The ugly designs of your racial and religious aversion,

hatred shown on us and world community,

force me to question about your claim,

as to the existence of one Almighty.

You’re just a slave of territorial interests and power,

doing everything at the expenses of humanism,

paid for your cheap expansion businesses,

your unpleasant advancements are filthy.

You do lip services and pretense yourself,

as if having respect for,

culture, religion and race.

But reality reveals your dirty face,

having no regards for humanism.

You think you’re dignitary having high heritages,

only because you born wight,

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but continue to remain inhuman.

Try to change yourself at least human,

with involvement, love, friendship, emotions,

relationships, thought and action.

Sailing not in the same boa

We are not sailing in the same boat

but struggling hard in lone distinct storm,

stuck in the corona pandemic hurricane.

Regardless of region, religion, race, ethnicity,

colour, caste, community and discrimination of unkind,

sustained throughout the human development,

this single invisible enemy virus amalgamated us one,

and struggle to cope with this malaise microbe.

Until this moment any Noah has been unseen,

to provide a sea liner guaranteeing insulation,

from this deadly pandemic and save everyone.

Threats to mankind all overcome tremendous

and achieved much progress in enormous,

the present challenge has never been met.

The squeal of humanity seeking a saviour,

seem alarmingly aloud and at extreme fringe.

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The tyrant emphasizes the need an urgent coordination,

excluding all the divergence and gaps amongst us,

this occurrence too shall pass away and over,

as everything ought to change in the universe.

I could walk in longways

I’m not a simple onlooker on many things but involving

from the depth of my soul I sense your feelings and

emotions in full whole heartedly with love, nothing deters me.

I understand things from your point of view, and couldn’t

distance myself from you anymore, for I am born with

commitment and compassion, qualified and groomed,

natural poet of nature.

Skills aren’t even emotional intelligence makes me, to

understand you better in your own perspective. Nay

words yet your personality comprehend wholly I could

see myself mirrored in you really.

While I identify blinds and catch their hands to cross the

traffic road is just a do little, feel comfortable and moved

by my warmth, why not you as nearer and dearer to me.

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Many people are like high sky passing clouds, while

passing away they smile momentarily, and dissipating

their feelings instantly, but I could walk longways in your shoes.

Stay at home

When the global flood came, where were Noah and his

clan. When the three angels visited Abraham, where was

he, only at home.

When two angels went to Sodom and Gomorrah,

Where was Lot, very much at home. When the angel killed

first born of Egypt, where were the Israeli tests, at home.

Where were the apostles of Jesus Christ,

only at home they received the Holy Spirit.

Where was St.Paul when he received Ananias's visit,

Where should remain during pandemics, stay at home.

The light has come

Let's give our ears unto the berceuse of the Angels,

vocalised in the universal language of humanity,

composed in an unheard symphony for the new born,

super powers have come bowing down their heads.

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No more darkness in our gloomy ways,

let us tote this light in our arms,

The light swathes us leaving even an inch untouched,

this light understands each one of us, however uglier or

meager we may be.

Let's forget the miserable past filled with pains and stains

unseen ever, formulated by invisible enemy virus,

this light will heal the wounds and chronic infections,

spread over this spinning globe revolves.

This light is born to save us now, the light has come to set

us free.

Let us rejoice soulfully and praise this everlasting light,

delivers promising good news,

new hope and faith.

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Folajimi Notch Shoaga

Biography

I Ambassador Folajimi Notch

Shoaga discipline in mass

communication and I’m so keen about

human literature since my early age,

this gives me strength to engage in

literary researches earlier in life, so, I

made a choice of rejuvenating and

making people and humanity at large

to live healthy and peacefully among

one another irrespective of culture, norms and value through my literary

genre.

Midnight in the Garden of Peace

Viewing the next moment through an unknown midnight

of darkness

New dawn seems it will never comes with its reaches

The universe children are awake while some were asleep

unconsciously

Communication in precious garden of peace is full of irony


Far from comfort and luxury of life and surviving alone

The blue sky is present as it seems no more

Relevant human present can salvage humanity as sense of

humanitarian

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If and only if human personally appreciates peace of mind

As safe haven brings joy and peace and to humanity


Being steadfast and watching the time clock at exact point

Thin line between life and death is a dangerous moment

All through the midnight is heavy wind and dark cloud

Like fire is movement of this strange cloud and wind

The whirlwind is as always present in garden of peace


In stream of consciousness is this literature piece in peace

Living all through in the library called garden of peace

Suddenly in a midnight is a voice heard faintly crying

From a community among heterogeneous global

community calling for survival

As humane sages such life needs peace of mind


The universe is blessed by creator with children and families

Having different nature like sun and moon which brings light

A day of midnight in the garden of peace is chaos

Human must comprehend life literature to live in perfect peace

The life is worth living for if understand an enabling horizon

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Georgeta Lipovanciuc

"I have parents and Eminescu's book - it's

all I need:

In their language I am born every day, in

their language I laugh

and I will weep in their language.”

Geta Lipovanciuc

Born on March 16, 1979, in the

village of Brăneşti, Republic of

Moldova. I studied at the Pedagogical College "Vasile Lupu" in Orhei and at

the State University of Chisinau, Faculty of History and Philosophy.

not!

What defines me is a laconic trio:

1. I suffer for everything that hurts!

2. I also rejoice in what does not belong to me!

3. I would rather be criticized for what I am than loved for what I am

Among my literary achievements I can list:

• member of many national and international literary circles and

groups;

• The book “SEVEN”, Ed. Liric Graph, 2021;

• The book “In flight through all that is holy”, Ed. Bons Offices, 2021;

• Finding in the pages of many Anthologies, together with valuable

writers;

• Finding in the "ENCYCLOPEDIA OF POETS AND WRITERS

WORLDWIDE";

• The finding in "MILENARIUM - THE ENCYCLOPEDIC

DICTIONARY OF ROMANIAN WRITERS AT THE BEGINNING OF THE

THIRD MILLENNIUM";

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• FRIENDSHIP Trophy, offered at the “Praise of Love” Contest, 3rd

Edition, 2021;

• Valuable prizes within the Festival-literary-cultural contest

“MOTHERLAND, ROMANIA”;

• “PREMIUM” Award, obtained at the “Elegance of Love” contest,

organized by “Poetry Magazine for My Soul”, Montreal, Canada;

• Numerous prizes in competitions organized by literary-artistic

circles.

Only you to love!

Even if you know that the palm of life darkens your sclera

And you don't taste happiness, just splitting fog,

Even if you are swallowed by the plague, typhus or cholera,

Even if you drown in the tub, just love no matter what!

Even if you see your lungs coming out, digging graves in

your chest,

And the nation throws you into terrible sin,

With the arms of the archangels make covenants,

Paying tribute with your own fate, still love deeply!

Even if the whole earth says they will spit on your baptism

And they will turn your whole being into torment,

Even if they sculpt with iron in their eyes, to snatch your creed,

Even if you will not be able to give birth to tears, still love

divinely!

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Even if everyone will laugh at you and throw you easily

In your too humble pit, you, mercilessly fallen,

Read nails in your mind and whiplash,

Ignore the unbelief, but love even a clay!

Even if they break the root of your tongue to dry up,

And they shall cut off you ear, lest you hear the baby's cry.

Even if they stigmatize your sad and cold face,

Do not borrow out of hatred, but love even then!

Even if they carelessly put you in jail

And in the eternal lava fire they will find your corner,

Wanting to melt your heart, when your soul snows,

Even if you are not a hermit, still love lonely!

Even if you know you're fighting death, being beaten in

just four boards,

Through the twinkle of pain, flying to a "Yes!" and a "No!"

Too rejected by the world and crucified in thought,

Even if everyone will hate you, but only you will love!

Renaissance

Life is gray, there are deep difficulties

And often you are disappointed,

Cause there is no one to flood your soul

And you run with painful and prolonged crying.

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You approach your mother to help you:

Only she knows each part of you

But she can't lend you an idea either

And she can't even lay you on a soft crib.


You are approaching a sister or a brother,

But each one is flooded with

Deep, separate weights

And each of them is immersed in endless thoughts.

You approach the friend who swore to you

Faith until your sad end,

But you see, he had already chosen

His friends through his modest begging.

You approach your shadow in silence

And you want to tell how helpless you are,

And filled with humiliation and pain

But it disappeared too. The shadow also served you very little.

You also approach the cushion between the hornbeams,

Being a wanderer, many years and every day,

To ask for advice, or to secretly confess

Your story, but the pillow didn't hear you either.

And then, disappointed, the thought comes to you

That it's all over, there is no solution you can find

But a light illuminates your face,

The thought cast by the Creator and his ray.

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Laws of the universe

We live in a world built by laws

It is an honor to follow them, in reverence,

For who of the secrets will untie,

When everything gets too degenerate?

Whatever we send into the silent Universe

It comes back like a new boomerang.

Created is nothing: neither the air, nor the verse

And man is born with a lack of rank.

We make the change, by simple-acceptance

Of everything that happens to us on earth

And in a difficult evolution towards awakening

We also change the holy covenant of life.

We carry an honest burden on our shoulders

Of everything that happens in a human life.

The past, the present and a tomorrow terrify us,

They are tied in bundles like flowers in a tree.

We are thinking of only one deed,

At two we can't, it wasn't and it won't be,

And the rich mind, in the wise garment,

Learns through thoughts, through deeds to live.

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You can assume the present, if you know your past,

To learn from mistakes, to become thoughtful,

To combine the unknown with the lasting knowledge

And here, at present, unforced to return.

If you want rewards, gather patience,

Wreath to make from effort and energy!

And then you will not know of humble defiance,

Flying to heights, conquering galaxies.

These are imminent laws, unwritten doctrines,

But they come with a change that begins in us:

Let's be much better with others and with ourselves,

Let's end for ever the ruthless war.

Forgiveness

I ask for forgiveness and mercy

To those who betrayed me,

To those who wanted me to be upset

And to commit grievous sins.

Looking for tears in the churches

And unsanctified monasteries,

I sought high spirits - in clergy,

Anxiety - in poor martyrs.

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I ask for forgiveness and repentance

To those who have suffered

Because of my deed, out of unbelief,

Out of endless hatred.

From fierce and very hard lightning,

Appeared due to heavy ignorance

And spilled too ridiculous,

But, unfortunately, the earthling suffered.

I apologize for always wanting

To see ecstasy in foreign eyes

And that I have increased everyone's peace,

When I turned the second cheek.

At a glance or in the silence,

I have often subjugated many,

But it was just a simply wish

To stop spreading cruelty.

I ask for Forgiveness, beautiful world

From the town and the village,

The hair keeps getting covered in snow

Taking everyone’s youth away.

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Love yourself!

Just love yourself, always love yourself

Make a goal that was not and is not,

For life is a treasure and life is just one

And no more new seed of life will be born.

Destiny gives you too many demands,

Avoid the restrictions that you miss in your path,

And do not crawl on your knees and elbows,

Just because others want it all.

When you are asked to work hard,

It's simple: try to hear less,

And don't sink into deep agitation

And finally, learn decently to refuse.

You just have one life and learn to decide:

When you want to swim, go to sea.

When you feel acid insults attack you,

Just choose the shore for gentle calms.

Do not scatter the faith in the soul through the wind

And don't rush, anything is waiting for you:

Too null discussions or the passion of the gang.

And you want to change, but nothing gives you peace.

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Listen only to your soul, for it hurts you,

Do not listen to the one who betrays you behind your back,

Build peace in your nest so that it does not fly

And don't be a slave to humble plunder.

And those who were around you, if they leave,

Lay a beautiful flower bridge for them,

Answer them kindly, for they bent down

Love yourself, fly, live thrills!

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Gordana Andonovska

Macedonia

Gordana Andonovska born in

Kumanovo, Macedonia. Painter, icon

painter and sculptor. He has been

writing since he was a child. He has

been actively writing since 2017. He

has received many awards for making

works of art, including several

conceptual solutions for statuettes

intended for music and theater festivals. He has received valuable awards for

poetry in Macedonia and beyond.

White bird

I hold her in my arms

the bird of peace...

White dove..

With trembling wings...

With a desire for freedom...

He is excited...

I will let him go,

to soar to the sky..

To convey the messages of peace...

To sow small flowers everywhere...

Let there be peace, goodness..

Humanity...

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The sun will bring

her back the light in the soul...

Love to return

in the hearts of the people..

A view of the world...

Only one..

To overcome all

the pain in himself, ,

to step freely and peaceful

from tomorrow towards

the bright future..

Holy desire

Little child...

He utters his first word..

Peace..

What a wish that

is for a small child...

Through bright tears,

the child wishes...

Instead of a toy...

The child...

He wants peace...

Maybe he does not know...

That wish is sacred...

That desire,

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trembling on many lips...

That to someone...

On his deathbed,

last wish...

Peace...

A word wrapped

in loud silence...

A word about

which a lot of blood flowed

and will flow...

A word that flies everywhere

like a bird and unites people...

A point in infinity

In the endless...

In the sky blue...

You see a point...

As she approaches...

The heart...

t

Тrembles...

Beats..

Fear...

The plane is..

He will sow bombs...

A sound was heard

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for a moment..

From a bird..

Militant sounds spread

from a bird in flight...

Summer feather...

As he fell down, ,

towards the green

meadow It came to life...

He was greeted

on the grass countless ants...

Flowers in different colors...

Joy was gushing...

Hope..

Maybe...

One feather needed,

To save the world...

Tears..

Mother..

Sitting in the corner...

In a theme room..

Crying in silence..

Powerless...

Broken..

Pictures flicker in front of her,

from one child..

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From an adult man

who went to war..

But he did not return...

In black...

A mother...

With folded shoulders,

curses her fate..

At least he was not born...

She..

Mother..

But...

Would the world

have a soldier like him..

Like her beloved son..

No...

Mothers hold this world...

In prayer for their sons..

Somewhere

Far...

In an unknown area

on the planet..

There was a heavenly beauty...

The sea was sunny blue

with tiny stars flashing after him...

The water was blue-green...

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Like an emerald..

The children were playing naked

on the sand..

The mothers were sitting,

they watched them

with eyes full of love...

Suddenly a siren was heard...

Mothers and children

they started to run..

But..

There is a toy left in the sand...

Deeply buried...

Blood stains,

were lost in the

whiteness of the sand..

The sky and the sea came closer..

Hugs began to cry,

sadly looking like a mother,

which is still firmly

he was holding his child...

He returned...

Tears are shed...

The sky is crying..

The country is crying...

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Gordana Sarić

MY short BIOGRAPHY litl

Gordana Sarić, versatile artist

and professor of French and Latin,

(five times she used a scholarship from

the French government for training in

France), author of 20 books, 30 poems

on letters as a compulsory teaching

tool, published by the INSTITUTE

FOR TEXTBOOK PUBLISHING, are

taught in another Elementary school

class, translator, organizer and host of numerous cultural events, member of

the SOCIETY OF WRITERS OF MONTENEGRO and the ASSOCIATION

OF WRITERS OF SERBIA, POET OF THE YEAR 2020 and winner of the

PLATINUM MEDAL as well as the INTERNATIONAL RECOGNITION

FOR CREATIVITY EUROPEAN POETRY CHAMPION 2020 in Romania,

winner of the GOLD CHARTER AND GOLD MEDAL at the Festival of

World Poets of Romania, the Romanian Culture Prize at the WORLD

POETRY CHAMPIONSHIP in Romania 2021, and the Romanian WORLD

POETS Award at the competition "EVE 20 winner of the GOLDEN TRACE

award Umje of the Club "RASKOVNIK" from Smederevo, ICON of world

peace MOROCCO and INDIA, AMBASSADOR OF WORLD PEACE AND

HUMAN RIGHTS, AMBASSADOR OF CULTURE OF THE GLOBAL

LITERARY SOCIETY of 15, 000 members from India, whose administrator

is the winner AND HONORARY DIPLOMAS in ROME, represented in the

prestigious world magazine CRITICAL THOUGHT from India, along with

academics and doctors of literature, represented in numerous world

anthologies, multiple ambassador of culture and peace of various countries,

writes love and children's poetry and prose.

It is significant that on the occasion of the Day of the Republic of India

Gordana received the SPECIAL AWARD of the INTERNATIONAL

ASSOCIATION PEN WONDERS INTERNATIONAL for excellence in

poetry and ranked among the 50 extremely talented writers who have

contributed to the development of world literature. He won the Merit

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Award of the INTERNATIONAL FORUM FOR CREATIVITY AND

HUMANITY from Morocco. He is a participant in the VIRTUAL BOOK

FAIR of the best writers in England, organized by a Spanish and Mexican

poetry group. He is the national coordinator of Montenegro and Cuba and

Montenegro and Spain. She received the CERTIFICATE PERSONALITY OF

THE YEAR 2020 from MOROCCO. She won the RECOGNITION FOR

VALUABLE CONTRIBUTION TO WORLD POETRY IN AMERICA.

The treasure of love

I am looking for a world where love is celebrated

where gentleness grows in the fields of peace,

to remove even my own shadow

from nonsense of discord, hatred and unrest.

In my heart of dreams and light

there is a treasury of love for all people

and I cannot understand the reason for intolerance

towards other religions and nations.

One God, whatever someone called him,

created a heart to love and be loved

and to connect with another heart,

it does not matter which deity is prayed to.

My longing for the unity of souls

would like from to fly out of my a fiery heart and from the

chest,

it would like with smile and wisdom of mind

to awake divided world by love.

My longings with the cry of the soul pray for peace

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for a life where serenity and a smile unite people

i embrace all the strangers who love each other

eager for friendly warm hugs.

The world where love is celebrated

I will go easily through all traps and paths,

span the abyss with flower bridges,

to reach the souls that sensing beauty

in the sunny garden among butterflies.

In me, there is a hope like a fiery bird

trembling on the top of starry hills,

while I search for gentleness and purity of heart

beyond all evil and bitter sources.

I will look for a world where love is celebrated

in the far away of mysterious universe,

to clear the shade even of my own shadow

from fatal strife, hatred and unrest.

In my world of crystalline dreams

everything is love and smile and hope

and I don't want to know about the life we live in,

where meaningless division governs.

I'll be a prisoner in the tower of dreams

close to a rose, to a butterfly in flight,

while the divine ray as magical light

breathes in the meaning into my own world.

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Stunned by the illusion, unaware of time,

full of love that is forever dreamed of,

I LOOK FOR THE SOULS SIMILAR TO MINE

THAT IN KINDNESS SEE THE MEANING OF THEIR

OWN EXISTENCE.

We want sky woven of love

Hands in hands and gentleness of calmness

We want a one big chanted heart

But a secret force is dividing us.

Sky of love

A force which doesn’t let us live in peace

Which creates words of restless endlessness

By the mysterious power of an unreasonable mind

separating souls longing for hugs.

And we only want a smile of close beings

And a poem that intoxicate with beauty

We want a world of pure feelings

And for love we fight with spirit and goodness.

We fight with deeds of the noble, of the pure

For the unity of people with smiling faces

And beyond the pointless divisions and lies

We rise proudly like proud birds.

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Our longing is greater than any longing

It wants from the heart, from the soul, from the chest

It wants with wisdom and clarity of mind

To awaken the divided world with love.

The longing of my heart

I feel sorry for the turbulent planet

where meaningless divisions reign

and the soulless trample on people

that have always only dreamed of peace.

I feel sorry for the helpless souls

without a warm home to stay

because of the wars of the foolish

they wander the world hopelessly.

I feel sorry for the sick and the hungry

who do not experience decent life,

I feel sorry for everyone who doesn't have

a smile on their face and a sky of love.

My whole heart sings with prayer

to destroy hatred and revive hope,

to bring different nations together

and unity to rule the earth forever.

My heart fights forever for peace

with a warm song which radiates with goodness.

My heart on the clock of eternnity

beats only for love and humanity.

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Guna Moran

Bio Data

Guna Moran is an upcoming

poet and critic. His poems have been

published in more than 100

international magazines, journals,

webzines, blogs, newspapers,

anthologies and have been translated

into 30 languages around the world.

His literary honours include:

Kabita Dinar Sanman 2017; Bandhu

Saki Bota 2019; Literary Lieutenant award 2019 by Story Mirror; India Star

Passion Award 2019; Creator of Justice Award 2020 (Honorable Poetry by

International Human Rights Art Festival).

His poems have been translated into Croatian, Tagalog,

(Philippines), Burmese, Swahili, (Kenya), Indonesian, Italian,

French, Spanish, Portuguese, Chines, Ukrainian, Russian, Hebrew,

Turkish and Indian Language Tamil, Telugu, Marathi, Urdu,

Gujrati, Arabic and Bengali. A few more languages will be added to the

list shortly.

Published Book: (1) Biswakhar Bananikaran, Assamese Poetry

book, (Afforestation of faith), Publisher: Assam Sahitya Sabha, (Centenary

Celebration Committee); (2) When The Tree Weeps, (English Poetry

translation), Publisher: Literature Light; (3) El Amor: Love on the Rocks,

(Series Book 1), Publisher: Ukiyoto Publishing, (Canada), 2020.

On the anvil: Belito hoi sai aacho tomak, (Looking at you turning

into the Sun); Janadiek asamiya Kabir samalochana(Criticism of several

Assamese poet); Guna Moran’s Bangla Poems; Guna Moran’s Hindi Poems.

Also invited to attend Poets conclave at America, Kolkata,

Allahabad, Hongkong, Andhra Pradesh, Dellhi, Mumbai,

Bangladesh and so on.

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Faith

Like the mercury in a thermometer

Faith too goes up and down

This morning one haggled

over faith at my home

Hunting here and there on the round earth

he came to me upset

and asked one thousand rupees

I too am not stinking rich

Every month I’ve saved money

To buy a dress for my better-half

My wife knows me well

if I buy the dress after some days it will do

But if I disappoint the man who has come to me

for help with the faith

that would be lost

I thought it over and

held out the one thousand rupees

On impulse my wife held me

in her arms and said

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This morning itself

You’ve planted the saplings of faith

Well done

Tr.© Nirendra Nath Thakuria

Affection for You

It was gleaming

with the gaze

Affection is dumb

Affection is deaf

Like a speaker it did not speak about

the matter

like a listener it did not listen to

Till the moment of parting

it kept waiting in the eyes

In the thick green

of the desolate woods

A tune is ringing faintly

Gazing at the eyes

I want to see

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Is it still alive

Oh dear

No way, no way

Cleaving the heart

comes out

a curious sigh

In the teary gaze

is it still alive

(Original Assamese poem titled “Anurag tomar babe”)

Tr. © Nirendra Nath Thakuria

Chitralekha

Having painted on both eyes

suddenly vanished

Chitralekha the enchantress

She planted

in heart

the garden of Babylon

It is swaying

in heart

heavenly flowers are blooming

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Everyday we hear

melodious calls of painted birds

You are the gardener

of the hanging garden

I know you won't come back again

Yet amidst the clouds

will be shining

the radiant smile of the sun

(Original Assamese poem titled “Chitralekha”)

Note: Chitralekha was the boon companion of Usha, the daughter of

the King Baan of the Sonitpur kingdom in Assam (India) of the

Mahabharata era. Chitralekha had magical skills at painting and

portraiture in particular.

Tr. © Nirendra Nath Thakuria

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Imdadul Islam

Assistant Teacher at Piprapuri

High Madrasah, India

This is a type of Indian poems

that contains only three lines and

twelve words. There are five words in

the first line, four words in the second

line & the third line consists of only

three words.These Triveni poems

follow a rhyme scheme which is

"ABA". This is a kind of very short poem but it is able to convey a complete

message to the human society.

Unity

Unity in diversity makes fraternity.

Let's make us united.

It's our dignity.

Let's Read

Taking of study spreads sagacity.

Let's read more books.

Don't increase illiteracy.

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Natural Beauty

Natural beauty is not avoidable.

Ambience gifts us so.

Nature is amiable.

Humanity and Mentality

Everybody should earned his humanity.

Humanity is a mirror.

It shows mentality.

Bigotry

Bigotry destroys one's pure sagacity.

Bigotry spreads social antipathy

Let's hate bigotry.

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Jomel E. Salceda

Bio

Jomel E. Salceda finished his

bachelor degree at Occidental

Mindoro State College. He took

Bachelor in Elementary Education.

After finishing college and passing the

Licensure Examination for Teachers,

he served as a private school teacher

at Early Skills Learning Center, for two

years. and currently holds a Master of

Arts in Education major in Educational Management at Philippine College of

Health Sciences. He currently Teacher III at Talapa Elementary School as a

Multi-Grade teacher.

He published articles in ARTPROF Magazine some of these are Buhay

Guro sa Baybay- Dagat and Munting Pangarap. He received an awards such

as Best Article of the Year Awardee (2018). Natatanging Guro ng Bayan

Awardee (2018) given by Pambansang Samahan ng mga Guro na

Nagpapahalaga sa Wika at Kultura Inc. and Institute of Continuing

Professional Growth and Development CO, Outstanding Writer of the Year

(2019) given by Instabright Publication. He also a winner of various contests

such as Short Story Writing and Poem writing.

Genuine Peace For All

In a world full of diversity,

On aspects of different religions, cultures, norms, and

beliefs.

We are brothers with the same desire,

The peace that will give us everlasting happiness.

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Forget the anger in your heart and mind,

Instead, love and understanding for each other will

always be remembered.

No one should argue with diversity,

Rather, respect and understanding will be bestowed on

each other.

Despite the different religions we have,

We are among God's beautiful creatures.

Eventually, our acceptance of one another will bring us

true peace,

It is an eternal and true peace for all.

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Kenneth Kibet

Cheruiyot

BIO:

Kenneth Kibet Cheruiyot is a young Kenyan poet with a Bachelor's

degree in Biotechnology from Jomo Kenyatta University of Agriculture and

Technology. His love for poetry began way back in High school where he

used to scribble micropoems during his literature class. Since then, his

magnificent literary prowess and poetry skills has made him get international

recognition. He has been included in part of various international anthologies

as well as his poems get published in a number of online journals.

He daily writes poems and has a live dream of writing his own book

one day!

The world needs peace,

And the word itself is a calm face,

Peace

Humanity is caring,

And tranquility, apart is not tearing,

When peace prevails,

Even development, on the right track rails,

Peace always steer the world for prosperity,

And it stirs it for social sanity,

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Security is a vital cornerstone of peace,


And unity is a perfect stepping stone for progressive pace,

Peace never invites war,

But it unites conflicting chars,

Peace brings international bond,

It bridges the gap between the rich and the poor on hold,

Peace is a free gemstone,

And not a contention bone,

It is a priceless Ruby,

And a timeless hobby,

Peace is a life medal,

And never a rife riddle.

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Kishore Chandra

Sahoo

BIO DATA

Name : Kishore Chandra Sahoo

Father’s name: Late. Ram

Chandra Sahoo

Mother’s name : Urmila Sahoo

DOB : 26/06/1970

Nationality : Indian

Qualification : M.PHIL in English

Language known : English, Hindi, Odia

Designation: Lecturer, Poet, Blogger, Author ,International

ambassador of peace.

Work place : Kunja Bihari College, Barang, Dist – Khordha, Odisha

Permanent Address: Village – Mugei, PO - Naugaon, Dist-

Jagatsinghpur, State – Odisha, Country -India

Literary curriculum : Poems published in international anthology like

Poetic Lie Sense, Writes of the Round Table and Open Skies Poetry.

Hobbies : writing poems,reading books, giving service to

Humanity

Serve not God to my sacrificing nature.

Hover humanity in the air like wanderer

Wither in the scorching heat of summer.

Drown in deep river,with loving downpour.

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Fry on funeral pyre for work pressure.

Shelters always in the core of heart's floor.

Rests with love ,affection and honour.

Blossoms even after death it's flower.

Peeps when it's face in poetry corridor.

May soothe the fans eyes and ears.

But wax can't for the social welfare.

If not taken proper practical care.

Jealousy, wickedness, hatred n hunger,

Take silently where complete slumber.

Neglect never, situation may be whatever.

Feed one n all ,find opportunity whenever.

Peace Instant

Oh God pass please light to dark pit.

Come not l have, to the holy site,

crossing seven seas and cloudy climate,

to erupt fire in the environment,

stand a pillar between poor and elite,

a bar between dark and bright.

Rather to bid hopelessness a grand good night,

spreading on the surface sweet scent.

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Sail all surely on the ship of delight.

Live all under one sky with rosy rights.

Universal brotherhood be only byte.

Every one of us will have freedom kite.

Faith be the only mantra at this moment.

Fly can all on wings to place of distant.

Carry love as polestar constant.

For shed pandemonium petals of peace instant.

Life's Zeal

Blessed my heart feel,

God for my mission You deal.

On the earth humanity heal,

with Your colourful will.

Thanks for serving the strength pill,

to fight against all earthly evil.

Furnish me food on my table,

Starve me never is inevitable.

Pray me God to bless a little,

the needy with whom l used to drill.

For they are the real people,

with typical lesson did run my wheel.

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Me can't have peaceful meal,

Unless their bellies with food fill.

To homeless,a home to rest tired soul.

To jobless,a job to boost life's zeal.

In Every Plight

A haven of human feeling's my heart,

flows constantly crystal love like cataract,

for all disciplined dancers of distant,

as set my soul silently on holy mat,

taking a lorry of labyrinth test.

Where deprived black and white

pille always path of pearl pleasant

rear every religion with rosy respect.

Sit all young and old in ship of delight,

in every season and in every plight.

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Lanuş Lungu

About Me

My name is Lenuș Lungu I was

born in Romania, 02.08 1968 and I

settled in Italy. (manager and assistant

psychologist at a nursing home). And

in Romania a beauty salon.

I am the Founder and director

of three literary magazines: Cronos,

Taifas literar and Taifas literary

magazine. I am an editor, humanist,

peace and humanity activist, coordinator of magazines and newspapers in

Italy and Romania. I have a literary site Cronopedia, founder of a nongovernmental

cultural association in Italy.

Books: Walking through my dreams; Let's love each other in the fall;

The founders of the Romanian language; Human psychology; volume of

essays; The history of beauty. Member of the Writers' Union.

Appearances of various newspapers and magazines in Romania and

abroad: Colorado beetle; The moment Italy; Strehaia Newspaper; Steaua

Dobrogei; Emigrantul.it; Thoughts and words; Poesis.it; Cultural association,

publishing house; Association of Social Promises; Congrega letterari,

numerous literary prizes and medals: Prize 3 premio letteraro Sicilia;

Diploma of excellence poesis letteraro, humanitarian diplomas, ambassador

of peace, platinum award in literature, gold in humanity and many other

awards for peace and humanity, etc.

Project coordinator "A writer's dream come true" - author's author's

books.

Anthology "Sorella India" volume dedicated to fundraising for nongovernmental

organizations in the Republic of India, Carlos Grianoppa, Sicily

2017, 2019.

Cultural promoter Italy.

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Anthology appearances: Cultural Harmonies; The Romanian World;

Torn Art; Pray without end; Rogrup aspirations; Lyric meridians, etc.

Coordinator and editor of over 30 anthologies: Time Imprints vol 1,

2, 3; Carved Words; Metamorphoses of nature; Words on the wings of

thought (Romanian-French); The flight of leaves in the skies, Peace and love,

Wings of dreams, The builder in the abstract, Dream words, The whispers

of summer, poetry and soul, etc.

Cultural promoter.

I am working on various humanitarian projects.

Where is humanity in us?

I hear screams of grief and pain

children sleep hungry

and die malnourished

where is the humanity in us?

when nobody does anything?

leaving their homes, leaving everything behind

only likes, kisses and hearts

that doesn't help at all

lend a helping hand and donate

for their lives

an ocean of tears and sighs formed

will there be no pity for anyone?

where is humanity

show humanity and love

lives the amount of goodness in the world,

to grow with every Word and Deed.

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He's fighting you

Love your neighbor and you will be rewarded

fight with you, put hatred aside

do you love hate more than love

let the beautiful embrace you

be good, right gives a drop of happiness.

I look at myself in the mirror, I can't see my face

of bitter tears flowing from me

when I see so much enmity

the sky whispers to me in silence

and caresses my weak body

let love pierce the sun

to bring rays of peace into our souls.

gives

Freeze my tears in the morning dew

where humanity is absent

warms the hearts of ice,

it looks like a painting around you

the sky and the grass weep

on paths lost in hope

he extends his hand to the stillness of the rainbow

and the colors play in the green meadow

where is humanity and peace

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offers to this world

dedication, dreams and hopes

for a smile to help

and make a man happy.

will

I gathered my tears under my eyelids

not to let it flow in streams

I leave my love and peace between people

to be human, humanitarian

solidarity and respect in the world to wear

dreams to achieve

in this little human universe,

gestures full of kindness,

in dazzling flashes offer generosity,

acts of altruistic altruism ...

I am a lost soul in the cosmos,

I enjoy the smile of a child,

I pray for fear of death ...

I will flow through the inexplicable contradictions

joys, pains and relief

which marks the rhythm of my existence

in the particularity of life.

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How can you?

How can you bear the cry of a child

what trembles from cold and hunger?

How can you bear the weight of death under armor?

How can you see homeless families drowning in pain?

Even the tired mountains are on the verge of exhaustion

I believe in tomorrow to discover hopes

in places hard to find

In every corner of the world, a man is dying of tears

You dream and hope for peace on earth, when some

I think with my soul and dark thoughts

I would like to pretend to be a tree with many branches

to protect those in need, to be able to provide

tomorrow's safety,

To bring a ray of sunshine closer to comfort our lost souls,

Let's bring smiles, joy and peace to the soul.

Let's change this destiny, let's be united and love each other.

Look beside you and help a troubled man.

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Loreta Toader

CV- literary

19.11.1960 - Born in the

Municipality of Rm.Sarat, Buzău

County.

I attended the courses of

General School No. 1 continuing with

Al.Vlahuta high school and Agroindustrial

High School

I attended the "Al.Sihleanu"

Cenacle between 1975 and 1979

In 2016 I left Romania, settling in Germanya.

I took German language courses and specialization as a nurse at

Goethe - Institut Universität Frankfurt

Appearances

eCreator Magazine

"Luceafarul din Vale" magazine

"Poems for my soul" magazine

"Showcase with mirrors" magazine

Literary anthologies

1. Column of love -

2. Anthology of the World Poetry Championship

3. I dreamed of Nichita

4. The "eCreator" Anthology Cycle

5. Anthology Hourglass with feelings - Mariana Moga

Literary debut: In 2018 with the volume of poetry "The story of a

thought" under the auspices of the publishing house "eCreator"

Four volumes of poetry followed at the same publishing house:

- Definition in Blue

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- I'll put thoughts in your soul

- You're my September

- I'm a scattered thought


Another volume of poetry published by Contraste Culturale - Giurgiu

followed: Painting poems in the soul.

I participated in poetry competitions where I obtained diplomas

- Excellence Award - World Poetry Championship -2019 Bucharest

- Special Jury Prize - European Poetry Championship - 2020 Sacele -

Brasov

- Cultural Romania Award 2021

- Mention - "Flight to leafless stars" 2021

- Diploma of excellence "World Poetry Championship 2021"

- The title of "Ambassador of Poetry -Ladies of Metaphor"

- Diploma of Excellence and Merit of Excellence for the promotion

of Romanian culture in the world - "Poems for my soul" magazine

Numerous diplomas in recognition of poetry awarded by virtual

poetry groups in the Republic of Colombia, Bangladesh.

gift

I keep the light as a gift

Of finding the right thought

My song soothes me with grace

The gentleness of the pure soul

I keep the light in the dark

Through the black night a guide

And your eyes on the pious

The clear blue diffuse

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I look at the light with hope

Peace begging to God

And I cry every morning, Lord, thank you for being me!

The light of peace

God, it's too cold outside

Too many dark thoughts

And too much rain

Hopes dried up in grays

Mix colors and dreams in us

God, it's too deserted outside

The world is deserted,

Sift the bedding

The wind can be heard in the streets

What a hiss in the tumult

God burns the earth too much

The Universe weeps through fire and weapons

People drained of strength

Beg the Universe

In the evening prayer

God, the pain is too great

And the pain too acute

God bless you

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The eternity of light

Just like in the beginning!

covenant

In your absence I kept the words; one crazy thought told

me to throw them away, another urged me to gather them

as the flowers gather their dew in the morning.

I hesitated not knowing what to do...

Slowly, slowly the feelings took over the saddened soul

urging him to dream - you were by my side; I stroked your

black hair smelling of jasmine and musk; the lips of the

rose moved almost imperceptibly drawing a - I love you,

fearful and yet so desired.

I kissed your eyes, a blue miracle pouring out their

gentleness and love.

What would I have wanted more? !!!

The moments spent next to you are a real imperial

paradise.

We clothed our love with the starry mantle of the night,

falling asleep in its peace and quiet.

The hours have passed, when?

At dawn they drew my dream - you were gone, but the

memory of a summer night and the smell of your hair

remained.

In my soul I will keep the aroma of jasmine and musk for

next summer.

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Then I will invite you to the waltz and give you a

sandalwood fan.

The hands will come together and wear the ring - the only

covenant of our love before the Lord...

Until then I will gather the words and I will teach them to

paint blue, the silence...

Pray to God

I closed my eyes for a moment... all around was fog and

smoke - mothers desperately looking for their children;

children looking for their parents, brothers, sisters.

A terrifying commotion, fear and horror mixed with the

pain of torn souls.

I look up at the sky and shout:

- where are you God? !!!...

Lord, please think, holy peace come down to earth!

Enlighten me, Lord!

Enlighten me, Lord

I don't know where I am

On what road

What star

I want to arrive

What are you wearing?

So I can stop

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What thoughts

I was listening to

What rains will come

To which source

To cool my heart

The longing soul

Let me share it

Enlighten me, Lord

My time is too short

So many

They remained to be done

God help me

Give me peace from heaven

You untie the mystery

From nights with mystery

My time

Give him another time

Designed by You

Those from Olympus!

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Maheswar Das

Bio data

Dr. Maheswar Das hails from

Odisha (a state of India). After his Post

graduation in Economics and History,

Ph.d in Sociology, he served Govt of

Odisha and retired from service in

2019.

He writes poems and stories in

English and Odia. Presently, he is the

Adminstrator of International literary

group, Peace and Love Inker's Society (PLIS), Philippines and Dream of

Equality, Literature Archive, Bangladesh.

Humanity

God has created his own image and reflection in man.

Thus man is the greatest creation of the divine.

God has endowed man with all the good qualities.

Kindness, compassion, love, forgiveness, sympathy and

tolerance are all the good qualities that comprises of humanity.

Humanity is next to divinity.

To understand the whole creation, the human beings, the

animals and plants with love, kindness, sympathy and

compassion is humanity.

When a man is hungry or thirsty, to give him

food and water is humanity.

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To forgive all, to love the creation with a tenderness of

heart, mind and intellect is humanity.

To serve the mother earth in which we live, to save this

mother earth and all the natural resources like sea, river,

forest against all

types of pollution is.humanity

Merciless wasting of natural resources, polluting water,

air, forest resoures

causing.

innumerable miseries and damage to plant, animlas is

against humanity

To treat all the animals, plants with utmost love, care and

compassion and tenderness is humanity

To understand the inner feelings of all the living beings

and deal them with compassion and love is humanity.

To express response to the miseries of living beings is humanity.

Peace

Peace is the basis of life over which the society stands and grows.

Peaceful co -existence is the absolute need of a joyful

society where we live and let live others.

Where there is peace, there is love and serenity.

A society is joyful where there is peace, love and fraternity.

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Peace replaces war strife and enemity.

In a strife worn society, peaceful coexistence is the bare

necrssity of humanity.

Forgetting hatred,

war and strife, let us preach for peace, love and humanity.

Forgetting enimity and violence let us, preach compassion

and fraternity

Let us work for rebuiding the society

Where there is no war, no strife and hatred.

Where there is no violence, enimity and cruelty, there is

compassion.

Where there is no fear, disbelief and hatred

there is peaceful co -existence, love and co operation.

Where all sings the glory of love, humanity and fraternity..

Divine manifests in absolute peace and serenity.

The value of Morality

Morality has immense value in the life of the individuals

in the society.

It is the epitome of the society over which the growth of

the society rests..

The social life of the people is highly., influenced by the

character of the people.

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Honesty, integrity, fraternity, humanity, love and

expressing gratitude and showing respect to the seniors

are good qualities of a person. having high moral values.

The social values are hampered by immoral people.

Peace, serenity tranquilty is disturbed by immoral people.

Immoral people are danger for a peaceful society.

It is blissful to live in a society sorrounded by good people.

To help each other, to share in the sorrows and sufferings

of others are high social qualities

The society is an ideal society full of joy, happiness and

pleasure where people having high moral values reside.

With the presence of

these people society becomes a blissful society a paradise

on earth.

Reconciliation

The whole world is in the celebration of reconcillation.

In the silent hours of the night as I was watching the sea in

a full moon light.

I feel, the moon was in reconciliation with the sea.

There was whole flooded moon light over the sea.

The waves were jumping and dancing.

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As I walked towards the meadows nearby

I saw the whole sky with stars had hang over the sky.

They were in sweet reconcillation with the mother earth.

I heard the. whisper of the sky and earth.

Everywhere there was joy of reconciliation.

The mother bird comes to her siblings carrying food in her

beak.

As she approaches what happiness and jubilation of their

siblings.

The lark waits for the rain.

The lover waits for the beloved..

The lilly waits for the moon to open.

All the living being waits for the sweet partner for

reconciliation.

For, separation gives pangs.

And reconciliation gives pleasure..

And fills the heart with pleasure.

The Positive way of life.

The world is mysterious.

At times it so happens in life

Negativity fills our mind and intellect.

We feel deprived, depressed and dejected in life.

Life becomes too much painful.

We feel as if every thing is finished.

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There is no scope to rise.

Just as the caterpillar thought, the world is over.

Such type of negative thought grips our mind.

But at this junction, we must not

leave the job.

We must wait for a while and think positively.

This is God's world.

God will do everything for us.

Nothing is impossible

In the world.

There is always time for a good beginning.

Then with this positivity miraculously a surge of new sun

will rise with the

splendour of its smile.

All positivity will be flooded

within us.

We will feel ecstatic again.

Our inner soul will speak positive language

A sea of change will again envelope our life.

All blissful things will happen.

And make our life glorious.

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Maid Čorbić

Maid Čorbić, comes from

Bosnia and Herzegovina. He have

twenty one years, and lives in Tuzla.

He spends most of his free time

writing and reading books. His works

have been published in numerous

portals such as: „Kosovo Peonies“,

„Amritanyali Journal“, „Krajberzje

MK“, „VIS Internationaly Magazine“

and many others. He is also the

Ambassador of Literature in Syria and the representative of his country in

Terandaz in International Poetry as the youngest author ever.

Also, he is Jury of Galaxia International Poetry in Spain for

unpublished poetry 2021. He had competition in 2020 called "Writted

Pen" which was be international character and winner country are

Montenegro.

Peace connects all buildings

The remedy of my soul is justification in work

Which must be equal and clear

Peace and tolerance will unite all around me selflessly

For peace can always save people from trouble

Tolerance of reason and unity in people

It should be generous and wonderful

For peace always unites all that I dream of

A clean body and a healthy mind of life

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I, human must be prepared for everything

Because peace can be easily disturbed

And roses can always bloom in the field

Which will be fragrant and beautiful


Life is the awakening; I have everything in life

For peace always adorns my courts

And does not allow them to disappear easily

Because beauties always have to be discovered

As midnight beats its time slowly

I often say that we are not humanitarian in fact

But I have that part in the bottom of the soul carved

Because if I share everything we have with others reluctantly

Means that we are again some people looking for a whistle

Sometimes people don't want to understand us because of

fellow citizens

But they don’t have to, because we are special people actually

Who help others at any time of the day or night

Bringing charity to other people next to us with a smile!

My happiness is the greatest

When I see others around me

How they treat others really

It makes me sad and ashamed

Because they have no desires like me

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To help the rainbow selflessly

To that peace when I close my eyes

Be equal in their black eyes

Which sorrows count for hours and days

Peace, the name itself drives me crazy

Because I know I was born with goodness

If others cannot be human for a moment

I know that my presence will help them

If the flower continues to grow properly and wonderfully

It means that it has a reason to live

And all with the harmony I give to the world

So I give people equal treatment

Sometimes many resent me for my behaviour

But I believe I am a special colors painted

And to have goodness from a young instilled

Because I don’t let people be sad

Either a little or a big help

I give everything I have from the heart

Because I know what it's like not to have a part of something

And lost in this piglet of paralyzed sorrow

I believe that everything has its weight and honest story

That’s why I don't like to be sad for others

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For the mine heart is always full always and coloured with

wonderful arias

Those too late wax colors of charity!

Peace at midnight

Peace unites people of dear will

Peace justifies all the means of beauty described

Charity to the perfect man always

Who is unwilling to give anything selflessly

A smile is enough for my happiness

For peace in the earthly regions is full of sorrow

I would really mean a lot if I could

Peace justifies everything we dream and want

We must love others around us

If I want my inner peace to be clear

We, people are selfless people who want to give a lot

And the best goal is through the little things

Which make others happy around us

In return, I must be generous and picky

Although I may not be like that at the bottom of our souls

I know that everything we create is desire

To be justified living beings full of beauty

Because peace must be special and clear

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Children should not be forced to do chores

Because the most beautiful event is when peace makes sense

And that everything can be achieved by agreement

Let love open all the doors of the gate

Heavenly paradise is open to us and always beautiful colors

Painted with golden strings and peace doves

That fly around us and hug us wonderfully!

Love spreads wings

It’s wonderful when I give a part of myself

I share happiness and sorrow with those

Who today remain alone in the world

And have no help from other people

They need my help now actually

Because it can never be otherwise

I have to be ready for anything

For I am the only hope in them, these people goodness

Forgotten without anything, hungry and thirsty

They seek help; it’s easiest to walk away from someone

That is why I who have a better position in the state

I have to give the maximum part of myself

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My happiness is when I see others happy around me

And when they capture my happiness with laughter

Which is always the best medicine of all

In a life that is transiently coloured

I have to help everyone around me always

Because I don't know who can need help

Although they are sometimes war stables or natural disasters

Always ready for anything at any time, day and night

I don't know if I will survive some things lightly

But that's why I know I'll be stronger than anything

For I am a hunter who is of the word

And I do not want others to die for me

Peace will always be achieved by clear-cut

I’m ready for it always

Although the consequences may be great

I know that anything is possible no matter what

May peace shine in the bottom of my soul

Because I can't be indifferent

When I see others around me

How much they suffer because of all the little things I have!

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Inner peace of life

When I give I am a happy man

I don't expect people to hug me

In rural areas gardens grow and yield

Us a lot of good cereals and sweets

They are struggling, I give them money again

To feed themselves and their families

For it is little for one day or cycle of life

Charity awakens in me various memories

When I was a kid, I knew one thing

That all my life I will give everything I have

And that I will not seek evil in others

Because we are all evil in one part

Peace rules the world even though it has become hectic

I give everything I have and I don't have

Because my desire is when I see other people

How they rejoice in my successes

I hug all my wonderful little memories

I don't want them to run away from me

For peace in the yard always after a day of fatigue

It gives me pride to do a lot of things

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I work day and night for such people who need help

Because the biggest mistake is to walk away from someone

And with me it is not questionable for a moment

Because I love all people even though they don’t love me

sometimes!

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Malak Nora Hammadi

Biography

The name is Malak Nora

Hammadiimage/png Country Algeria

• Certificate of Accounting and

Business Administration

• Automated Media Control

Certificate

• Honorary Doctorate Certificate from Nahrain International Forum

• Honorary certificate from the Echo Syria Peace Forum

• Certificate of Peace Ambassador from the International Literary Forum

for Peace and Human Rights

• Global Humanitarian Award from the International Forum for Peace and

Love

• A member of many forums of peace, peace and love

He published my poems in several magazines, newspapers and

electronic media, My texts have been documented in several journals,

Honorary certificates from the Human Rights Organization, From

Professor/Cotai, President of the Global Council for International Peace,

Carrying the message of peace and defending human rights.

A high honorary certificate from the Zewail Association for

Development, Creativity and Friendship among Peoples, Higher Certificate

from Sheikha Nawal Al-Sabah And get several awards and certificates of

appreciation from Many magazines and forums poetry and literature.

A collection of poetry and thoughts, entitled Without an Identity,

which is being banned and printed.

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* who am I *

Who are you and who is he?

I'm a human

When did the colors separate us?

Your skin color is like honey

And an abundance of tenderness

The whiteness of your skin is like a cloud

And the tone of melodies

When do we differentiate skin colors?

Our unity is safe

And our brotherhood is reassurance

When you bleed

Heart and artery palpitations

The word of truth rises and the lines are written

Me and you for peace title

Peace is not different for the two of them

And religions are not divided

When the church bells ring

ears hear

We are two sides of a coin that are not different

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* sky crying *

The tragedy of the sun bathed in beautiful eyes

The murmurs of the chest flattened the sky

Spring slept on the surface of the earth, its drums beating

for peace

Offerings of dreams poems floating on the river of

immortality

Deliberately leaving the world

The dimensions of the void shook in astonishment

These doses of Poetry are not enough

To reduce desertification of ideas

Silence broke out crying from the horror of the pain

Your parts are dead...

And you're lying on a bed succumbing to this displacement

The smell of boiling pots of human meat pervaded the place

Mouths demand their strength...

O you who sleep in this blackness, loosen the bonds of life

* Peace *

How can you kill the feeling

of non-existence inside you...

Defeat the dark thoughts

that creep into your depths

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How do you fight insomnia anximety?

And that spectrum that inhabits your room

How do you get rid of a spider?

Who weaves its threads at a corner

of your idea

How can you scream at the top of your silence?

she says

I want to live in peace

It was just a confession

* wings *

Why are you suffocating me in rhyme?

Give your words wings to fly high

Did you ever meet me?

Yes, you are a cloud fleeing from a dream

When we were allowed to dream

Did you leave the sky?

No, I didn't leave her...

She broke up with me..

she was in pain

She was forcing me to rain

I lost my strength

It's too much to repeat that with me

Do you desire death?

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I bless the smell of death

If it is for this dirt

did you love

It was more than that

I feel unconscious

between two palms

The first scattered roses

The second plays the melody of immortality

It's like this hoarseness is a musical note

lost from the cut

I wanted to play it a long time ago

are you breathing

You are an antenna above this earth

Watery... wine...a nd a piece of bread

are you alive?

Addiction to your perfume makes me feel

circulating blood in a vein

Who are you?

I am the shadow of that fugitive cloud...

Who are you?

I am a dream written on paper

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Victor Manole

He was born on April 19 th

1948 in Sabangia village, Sarichioi

commune, County. He is the son of

wealthy farmers Vasile and Ioana.

Home Address: Building 6

Stairwell C 4th Floor Apartment 14

Mihai Viteazul 143 Street Întorsura

Buzăului town Covasna County

(Romania).

Education: Bachelor's Degree

in Automotive Engineering, "Transilvania" University of

Mechanical Engineering, Braşov (Romania).

Faculty of

My poems were published in the „MonitoruI de Făgăraş newspaper,

Condeiul Ardelean Agora Literară — the Writers' League of Romania, the

Astra—BuzăuI Ardelean Magazine, the Claviaturi Magazine, the „Mesagerul

de Covasna" Literary Anthology, Napoca Nova Publishing House, the

"Observatorul de Covasna" newspaper, in the second edition of the

„Personalităţi din Tara Făgărsşului, din anul 1800 şi până în prezent" book,

2015.

Published books:

- „Gânduri versuri despre lume şi viaţă" (2011), Evrika Eurodips

Publishing House;

- „NostaIgie" (2011), Anamarol Publishing House, Bucharest;

- „Trandafirii iubirii" (2011), Anamarol Publishing House, Bucharest;

- „Anotimpuri" (2011), Anamarol Publishing House, Bucharest;

-„Puterea cuvintelor" (2011), Anamarol Publishing House, Bucharest;

- „Raiul incepe pe pământ" (2012), Pastel Publishing House, Bray)v;

- „Sunt eu" (2012), Pastel Publishing House, Braşov;

- „Întuneric cu lună" (2012), Pastel Publishing House, Braşov;

- „Masa tăcerii" (2012), Pastel Publishing House, Braşov,

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- „Cuvinte potrivite" published in the beginning of 2016 by the Haco

International Publishing House in Glumbav, Braşov County;

- „Paradigmele poluării riscului tehnic în societatea contemporanä",

published in 2018 by the Napoca Nova Publishing House, Cluj Napoca.

Birds of a Feather Flock Together

Birds of a feather flock together,

Not to cause a storm

But all together united in their desire

To spread love, peace and compassion everywhere.

Then when they get together

They love their tight union

Like the fresh bread on the table

They liven up the world.

Wherever they get together in the world

They’re brothers to humanity,

Temperance and kind words,

Not to malice and greed.

They learn to live a good life through their journeys

And the Lord is protecting them,

He knows that those that get together

Do good and spread it everywhere.

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The Longing for Peace

Peace, you’re the white rose of goodness

That embellishes Earth and the whole world,

You’re making the sun rise for me

You’re making the moon come out for me at night.

Peace, you’re a magic word

From the heavens above to the earth,

My thoughts are meeting you

And we’re intertwining under the blue sky.

Peace, thaw the world’s frozen heart,

So that it will never forget you,

Be our gentle permanent peace

And remain our light forever.

Be my friend and longing to the world

And be helpful to the whole world,

Embellish the sky and the earth,

May your mission and word be holy!

Love Conquers Love

I’m constantly looking for justice

And it’s hard to find,

Youth is idling away with each passing day

And I never gained my freedom.

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Peace, you’re the song of the bird

Oh, beautiful song of the nightingale,

Who are you waiting for?

Give us peace, the moon and the sun.

Choose the freedom of life

Let’s be victorious too,

Revitalize the years of our youth

To be the brave heroes of love.

Let there be flowers, let there be life

And worldly paradise,

If there isn’t life on earth

Don’t go looking for it because you won’t find it!

Mother and I

I’m writing to you from the cradle,

I want to see your face

Before you turn into a desert,

To not lose hope.

Peace echoes through my poems

In all foreign languages,

I want to spread love,

I want people to be friendly.

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Many insidious people

Are clipping our wings every day,

Many people are deceiving us

Making us shed a flood of tears.

Peace, where are you hiding?

I want to see your face!

I know that it’s too much hatred in the world,

But I want you with all my heart!

With Every Sunrise

With every peaceful sunrise

Love brings more light

Life is chemistry and energy

It flows smoothly through our veins.

The universe is our connection

Let it be our inner peace

It never hurts the man

That glorifies his mission.

Live harmoniously, man

In the universe of your creation

Let the flame of life caress the countries

Every time the sun will rise.

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Never be deceitful

Like the wandering cloud, man,

May you be like the spring water

That is kept in the longing soul.

For Peace

We need a lot of willpower

And an absolute global unity,

For everyone to shout loudly,

“Long live Universal Peace!”

Peace is the blue flower,

Peace is our mother

And a consolation to our hearts

Like the rays of the sun.

When there’s peace, there’s understanding,

Love and compassion are sweet,

If there’s peace on Earth,

The people retain their dignity.

May peace be the supreme master

Of the old and new world,

Love peace confidently

For the welfare of the world!

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Make Peace!

Make peace as regular as clockwork

And don’t make things worthless,

Open the gates to peace

And close the gates of death.

Let life and love

Pass through every heartbeat,

Let mother pass like the sun in the daytime,

Let silence pass like the moon at nighttime.

The light is love all the way,

It expresses the desire to love,

It’s joy and forgiveness

And the rise of humanity.

The light of peace is light,

The light of the wisdom of the world,

Peace has to be holy

And not how the enemies think of it!

Appreciate Humanity

Appreciate humanity and peace

And protect them from harm

With love, generosity,

Compassion and constructively.

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Peace is the call of hope

For the harmonious society,

The drop that awes the hearts

And that shines beautifully.

Understanding draws honor

Like a flower in all its splendor,

It brings glory, happiness,

It revives it and it brightens it.

Peace smiles at people,

It’s tenderness over the hearts,

Peace smiles at springs

And makes people triumph.

Open the Doors

Open the doors and let goodness come in,

So that God can smile at us,

Love is deeply sympathetic,

Don’t use your mind for bad purposes.

You have to love to understand life

Give her a passionate kiss,

So that you could taste

The good radiant happiness.

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Goodness paints the faces of the flowers

And brings a smile on men’s faces,

Let’s be born of great love,

Let’s proudly wear it under the sun.

Let the azure enter in your soul

Love is in the words and harmony,

Be who you are, brother,

Genuine noble love.

To Me

To me, my native land,

Romania is a pure language

Nothing is more loving

Than my blessed country.

The flag reminds me

About my country’s daring deeds,

The lands are deep longings

I didn’t leave to another country.

When the sun is rising in the morning,

I say, “Good morning, My Native Land!”

My mother tongue has a mellifluous voice

And my nation is faithful.

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In my Dacian 1 country,

Bread is made just by saying the word wheat,

The love for my country is like a flame

And the native land is a home in times of peace.

1 Geto-Dac in the Romanian text (n. tr.).

Peace

I would always put you beside me,

As I travel on the path of my life,

I would cover your soul with love

To have a longing for you forever.

I would plant you in every corner of the world

To feel your taste of bread

I would want to look fondly at you

And to love you day and night.

I would want to hear you in the songs of the birds

And to see you in the red poppies on the field,

I would want you to be with me during springtime

And to be the joy of my entire life.

I would want you to sleep with me,

So that I may embrace you when I’m longing for you

I would want to have a wonderful life with you

With the entire universe from earth to sky.

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We Need

We need peace

For the meek children,

We need peace

For the poor fellows.

We need peace,

Eternity shouts in the universe

That it’s so much blood and death

That they’re howling like crazy.

We need a lasting

Absolute peace

We need peace

And the infinite light.

We need peace

And an altogether good world,

We need life

And eternal holy love.

Translated from Romanian into English by

Gheorghe Georgiana-Laura

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Mili Das

Bio

Writer, Writer at

"International Magazines", Admin of

"Global Poets and Poetry"

Mili Das is a bilingual poet and

writer from Kolkata, India. She is the

inspiration of her own life. She is a

poet by passion. Besides she loves to

write short stories, cinema script,

drama,novels and articles about child

meditation and any subject.

She also loves to recite her own poetry. She has two Bengali poetry

books “APEKSHA KORCHHI BANDI KAFINE” and” RAJBHABANER

SAMNE”.

Two English poetry book ”YOU ARE STILL THERE from Romania,

“NEVER BROKEN” from Florida, America. She attended various TV

programs on national as well as local TV channels. She is a regular recipe

writer in different bengali food magazines. She is now invited as a judge for

cooking competitions.

Humanity

Humanity is like a moonlight sky

One who will take this light

Will be enlightened.

You need to be self-reliant.

There must be love for others.

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You should have faith on yourself.

Should be expected.

Your honesty is the identity of your humanity.

Equally in love is the quality of your humanity.

Through humanity a person lives in the heart of people for

the rest of life.

I will back

I have to win this fight.

Death scares me all the time.

But I wouldn't be afraid.

Society is scaring me.

People are scaring me.

The government is scaring me.

All the news channels are

scaring me.

If I keep my eyes on the newspaper,

i can only see the fire of the furnace is burning.

We don't know when this fire will be extinguished?

But I don't get scared so easily.

No one is giving me courage.

I made myself brave.

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When someone scares me,

I sing, i dance, i read and write.

Whenever I have time,

I talk with my poetry.

And smiles like crazy with joy.

No one can keep me well,

Only I can keep myself well.

If the body doesn't accompany me,

I know my mind will accompany me.

I must return after winning this epidemic.

I'll be back.

I have to win this fight and I have to.

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Muhammad Ishaq

Abbasi

Pakistan

Bio

Muhammad Ishaq Abbasi is a

teacher, eminent poet and master

trainer.

When he was three years old,

his mother fell into a ravine and was

hospitalized for six months before dying.

The journey from childhood to adolescence was spent without the

wings of a mother, which is difficult to describe in words.

He has written many poems in English for children. And also raise his

voice through pen for peace in the world.

Would That I Were A Cuckoo!

Would that I were a Cuckoo,

And fly in the cool blue sky,

And look down to and fro,

Searching for people who are hard-hearted,

Stubborn, emotional and destroy Peace.

With my soft melodious song,

I would awaken the music of peace,

Once more in their hearts.

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Change Of Time

The evening shadows were slowly lengthening. And I was

passing through a forest.

The ants were looking for their food.

At the same time they were whispering to each other.

After a while a bird came flying.

He started eating the ants.

Some would crawl into their burrows to save their lives.

The bird flew away after filling his stomach.

A few hours later when I passed by again,

The bird lay dead there.

And ants were making it part of their diet. Unfortunately,

it doesnot take long for time to change.

The Peacock

In a beautiful dense forest,

By the stream, I did rest.

Saw a colourful peacock there,

To quench his thirst, came here.

His break was sharp and eyes were round,

Legs were long and body was sound.

His voice was very sarcastic and sweet,

With poor and needy, he liked to meet.

Half fed himself and half fed the neighbour,

He taught to count children one, two, three and four.

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He started to show his dance to everyone,

And he enchanted the whole atmosphere done.

He was proud of his pretty face,

Liked the truthfulness, peace and grace.

Then he spread his long tale like out a fan,

All started swinging children, young, old and man.

He did not let sad hearts get bored with his dance,

Sometimes he would get tired by chance.

My Greatest Achievement

There was a dove's nest on a tree by the river.

In the nest there was a nestling.

The nestling fell into the river,

with his nest due to strong winds.

And began to dive into the river.

Seeing this scene, the dove was sighing and moaning.

And was tormented in a world of helplessness.

I immediately jumped into the river.

And saved the nestling of dove from drowning.

And handed him over to the dove.

I was very happy to save his life.

Saving the nestling was the greatest achievement of my life.

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Petros Veloudas

Biography -

Petros Kyriakou Veloudas was

born in Agrinio in 1977, where he lives

to this day. He graduated in Greek

culture from the School of Humanities

of the Open University of Greece in

Patras and today he is a professor of

culture. He has worked as a radio

producer at a local radio station, while

he has published poems or humorous

stories in the city newspaper Agrinio de MACHITI ANAGELIA, LAS

NOTICIAS DE AITOLOAKARNIA PALMOS.

He was a member of the community council of the city of Agrinio,

that is, vice president of the municipal community of the city of Agrinio from

2014 to 2019. He is a member of the Panhellenic Union of Writers and is

now an active member of the Union of Etoloakarnania Writers NEA

ARIADNE, Anthology of Etholoakarnanian poets and novelists during the

period 1821-2002). Along with his literary works, it is included in the

electronic encyclopedia of the Panhellenic Contributions of contemporary

Greek writers. Today he is a member of the International Society of Greek

Writers (DEEL). His literary distinction was commendable in the first

Panhellenic prose competition, he was awarded 1000 Greek poets, he is a

member of the International Society of Greek Writers (DEEL). Bonus

LARRY NIVEN LITERATURE of the universal road with his poem "the last

sheriff" ACTIVITY-HOBBIES- Comic book reader, radio music producer,

lyricist

PETROS KYRIAKOU VELOUDAS - professor of culture, member of

the international association of Greek writers-DEEL, of the guild of

etholoakarnanian writers-EAIL, executive director of Greek poetry in the

confederation of poets, writer, writer, writer.

ACTIVITIES-HOBBIES - Creating comics and reading them, radio

producer, lyricist

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Point of peace

Travels with a beautiful boat

sitting on it enjoys

boating or the earth the serenity or

the beautiful peace.

Peace was transformed

into a white dove

and with its wings the

whole world with motherly

and paternal embrace The stars of

happiness the planet will cherish

An all-white dove that brings again calm and meaning

feelings

and the world will

for peace dove in the little white

caressing tenderly caressing her with its wings

all the world's singing and dancing.-

Dove of peace

Travels with a beautiful boat

sitting on it enjoys

boating or the earth the peace or

the beautiful peace.

Transformed peace

into white dove

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with its wings

all over the world with maternal

and paternal handfull stars

Happiness planet will buy you

a full white dove again anangena

peace yearn and fear will wither

and the world will pleasantly anticipates

the happiness, peace dove in the little white

cafe tenderly caressing her with its wings

all the world's singing and dancing.-

Sweet peace'

Perow of soul

freedom birds

feel the caress

of peace

People living

amid the flowering

gardens of happiness

Peace reconciled,

embrace

Fragrant the 'aroma

of Peace People...

Peace of planet

Our become an everlasting kindness

and people's hearts, their

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ideas and dreams in a tender

sun look the moons

will illuminate with smiles,

stars will

scatter eternal love

in consciousness

the celestial shore

Poem of humanity - 2

Humanity means

to giveyour joy

the sun ofto the fellow human being

who suffers to fill

rays of happiness and health

with the bright sun

to accompany him in life

the storm.

Humanity means

the expensive jacket

or the cheap you

wear to cover

the cold child

in the neighborhoods of the world.

Mankind will say to give

the bite of bread from a

little of your humble bread

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and to know in your life

when you will not in a storm

meet, of the tide

of the sea look.

The kindness of peace - 1

Peace in her soul

dwells, goodness

flows like pure water,

like a sun of happiness

with a blue sky.

Invite all

people peace

to dance humanity

hand in hand

The whole planet

an eternal peace

in the soul, in the mind in the heart

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Prasana Kumar Dalai

Biography of the Author.

DrPrasana Kumar Dalai is a

passionate Indian Author-cum-poet

while a tremendous lecturer of English

by profession in the Ganjam district of

Odisha.He is an accomplished source

of inspiration for young generation of

India.His free verse on Romantic and

melancholic poems appreciated by

everyone.

He belongs to a small typical village Nandiagada of Ganjam District,

the state of Odisha.He promotes his specific writings around the world

literature and trades with multiple stems that are related to current issues

based on his observation and experiences that needs urgent attention.He is

an award winning writer who has achieved various laurels from the circle of

writing worldwide.His free verse poems not only inspires young readers but

also the ready of current time.His poetic symbol is right now inspiring

others, some of which are appreciated by laurels of India and across the

world. Many of his poems been translated in different Indian languages and

got global appreciation. Lots of well wishes for his upcoming writtings and

success in future.

As time goes by!

As time goes by.

Your breath turns into deep sigh.

And when two lovers heart beats.

On that you can rely.

No matter what future brings.

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Two hearts full of passion, jealousy and hate.

That no one can deny.

I am writing the same story.

A fight for love and glory.

I am feeling lonely without you.

Only the memories haunts me day and night.

The world never welcome two haunted hearts.

A case of do or die.

As time goes by.

Moves to paradise!

There is so many things.

That will keep me loving you.

The way glance to me.

The way you sip the tea.

All that memories shaking me.

Your smile just reflects on the sun beam.

It is yours way of haunt my dreams.

Whole world is falling on me.

Cause they know, they can't snatch you from me.

That bumpy road to love.

Always keep the memory of.

The way you have changed my life.

I am feeling my love moves to paradise.

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Burning desire!

Deep into my heart.

There is burning desire.

I am deying in emotion.

It's my world of fantasy.

You keep remembering me every where I go.

Your love is holding me forever.

Cause my heart and soul stay with you forever.

Your single heartbeat I can hear.

That is gate of my heart's door.

I will keep the candles burning.

Let your heart melt in mine.

I am living in my dreams.

You are my heart and soul.

The only thing I know.

One desire!

I lead my life the way to happiness.

Now she takes to me paradise.

She holds my hand.

And then I understand.

Her eyes was burning in fire.

With one desire.

She opens the eyes my heart.

My day really get it's great start.

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All the pain and pleasure of mine.

It turns to devine.

My brink of life is in the refrain.

My world become a mid summer nights dream.

And all the dreams washes away in a floating stream.

A deep sigh!

When I am near you.

I hear you speak my name softly.

When your deep sigh!

Softly in my ear you breath flame.

When your glancing in my corner of eyes.

Suddenly, spark of love cries.

You are my present and future.

That all died in my past desire.

When you fears depart.

I surrender my heart.

I can feel that spark of love in your heart.

When you walk through my mind.

All of my future is in you.

You can't deny.

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Punya Devi

About

Punya Devi is a renowned

writer of India who was born in 1959

at Morijhanji, Jorhat, Assam. She is

triple MA.She has been writing poems,

short stories, novels and other articles

since her student life which are

published in various news papers and

magazines. She is an approved writer

of All India Radio.

She writes in Assamese, Hindi and English language.Her published

books 19(nineteen). Her poems are translated in to different languages. She

is awarded and felicitated by different literary organizations of the world

.Punya Devi is a humanitarian writer.

"Ever and anon my iconic word"

(My tribute to Nelson Mandela)

Ever and anon I love the iconic word that thrilled my mind

in romances and made

enthusiastic during my adolences

Then the echoes of the volcanic word

was blowing like a storm through the

world reawakening the sense of heroworship in the minds of the

new generation

That herculean word was imprisoned

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in the robben island in distortion

who built a sky inside the darkness

digging the stony clouds plucked

the sunny days for distribution to the people living in

supplications

Bearing an ocean of kindness when the omnipotent word

came out from prison

living behind all bitterness of long life

when he embraced all foes and pals

then the the world heard echoes of the ringing bell,

removing the iron chain of salvation

The word which I loved in my silver days intermittently, I

went to the holy land to see the word nereby, he was the living

legend in the chronicles of Black Africa

When he opened his eyes, then billions of

Peace doves flight to the sky singing the songs of light

His innocent smile disarmed enemies and changed them guys

When he took breath, the human race

became fresh

When he was singing the song of humanity, people

enjoyed the rhymes

of equality

He the icon of freedom Nelson Mandela

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fostered ideology in that fertile soil

Where Gandhi's non violence was born

In the midst of great turmoil.

"Passion of freedom"

All human bear inside their bosom a burning sense of

hungriness for innate right of freedom, to get which the

young are always ready to sacrifice everything, leaving

their homes becoming fighting horses, scattering roses of

blood on their thorny roads

Because the thirst of freedom is stronger than the love of

their beloved

for what they await as draught waits eagerly to hear the

rainy songs of summer

Freedom, which becoming hope of rays of the sun, walks

on door to door of the darkness of eyes of the exploited

people, peeping the helpless through

theirt leaking roof of huts

Becoming dreamful moon at night, bloating the sweating

checks of the tired working people, the moon sings

lullabies melodiously, inviting sleep for the hungry

children

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Freedom, hearing whose sounds, the wall

of darkness in silence is bound to be broken down, then

wearing feathers of birds, hopes and dreams fly to the high

singing the songs of the sky, celebrating the rhythm of

freedom

"Bridge"

My most favorite man made is

Bridge

I have faith on all the bridges

On which the people came and go

From one bank to another

Along with them their customs

Civilization and cultures are

Abridged

Standing on a bridge

Leaning against the railing

I like to see me in the mirror of the river

Sometimes I enjoy the race of cockboats

Of midge

another time spreading fishing nets towards the

edge

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Most often when I think about

the workers who put on pillers under the deep water

Then my heart becoming to

freeze

Unfortunately while a bridge blust

by black hands then lives of the both banks bleed

And ceased

Yes, there are available Sand stone and

beaks to repair a broken bridge

But it is not easy to rejoin or reconstruct the broken

conjunction

between broken hearts of

humen bridge

So I am standing as a Knight

With a sword of words

On the bank of the river of humanity

To defend kindness and fraternity

For which I make me

Pledge.

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"I am aspiring"

My eyes are always in appentency for a rain bathed azure

blue sky

for flying my bird of will there which is free of bondage

free of boundaries

free of flood of innocent blood

free of pollution of bombard

no warhoop heard from anywhere

no unwanted oppressions suppressions

My ears are foraging to not hear the

crying in the wilderness of the hoi polloi migrated to unknown

land only to save lives from unexpected cyclone of time

not to hear the screaming of birds and howling animals of

forest, becoming

homeless for occupation of terrorism and enviousness

Pathetic scenes of mountains make bleeding by nails of giddiness

lamenting rivers which are making breathless for garbage

throwing by the selfish senseless

cultivation fields devouring by skyscrapers

always hurt my heart

Hence I am aspiring in the convergence

of the commiserations of sea and magnanimous sky for an

ocean of

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super sovereign beningency for the earth which will be

reawaking from the specific word human

"My Will On This Birthday"

Today on the first full moon of the spring

I am arriving on your golden seashore

Where my heart is echoing

Since the my first spring of life

Being a costermonger

Keeping my heart in a silver vessel

Guided by the soul of my demsel

In quest of a faithful consumer

I have been wandering

Following the wheel of time

Ignoring the call of crime

Showing the seeds of love

I am arriving the land of hymn

Yes, my mother's soul

Told me to become bold

And to beware of the market

Where life can be buyed and sold

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Today is the specific first spring

Suitable for me to make my will

For handed over and taken over

Weting in the flower's shower

You please do the unsigned sign

Giving me a costless cost

Assuring me with your

Voiceless voice

As I am standing face to face

On your seashore

You pl see where

My heart is mirrored

Which is hurted by the

Heartless arrows

You can view the wounded part

Floating in the time and tide

Fighting with the shadows of night

Without compromising with the

Storm and thunder

I have committed

A lots of blunder

Yet my heart has not lost it's purity

I have saved simplicity and fertility

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Which will be lead to the divinity

For which I have given you authority

You embrace my holy river

Inside your wavelet feathers

As in my river of blood

There are no division

In the name of different religion

You take my evergreen forest

Of my purified heart

Under your long breath

Where there is no separate regions

Spreading to the last horizon

You may think that I am lunatic

No, never, my heart is still poetic

Hence I am ever romantic

Please let my twilight sky

Find all dreams in your eyes

Who knows how to honour your dignity

In you vast ocean of humanity.

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Rhodora Garcia-

Medina

Rhodora Garcia-Medina

advocates for peace, environment and

mental health with art and literature

serving as her medium to promote and

raise awareness on the very sensitive

matters of daily living. Many of her

poems have already been published in

Cultural Magazines and Anthology

Books, while her paintings have also been exhibited in different parts of the

world.

Life vision: love and peace

As everyone has a life-vision

Serves in reality as a mission

That all the more fans the flame of passion

Manifests in a variety of self-expression.

Filling with love and compassion

That emptiness becomes illusion

Rightly tracks out the obsession

Striving with the joys of fusion.

Happiness even with less possession

As we work towards progression

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In battling all forms of depression

For humanity to be lifted off from oppression.


Fairness and justice for all is a commission

Democracy upheld in full accession

Hatred uprooted in cohesion

Love and peace intensifies succession.

Peace beyond borders

Turf

Territories

Limits

Boundaries.

Laid out for one common goal

Respect for space be observed

Upholding peace among all

Thus, harmony preserved.

Borders

Points

Ends

Margins.

Work tirelessly to make ends meet

Taking all the heat as to beat

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Circumstances expanded to be comprehensible

As love for peace transcends in ways unfathomable.

Peace and humanity

Pacifies the heart and mind

Eternity we all try to find

A true love that bind

Compassion that is seen by the blind

Everything that should never be left behind.

Healing from the pain brought of war

Underscore what brought us far

Measures combatted to never mar

Ambiguity of those at par

Never to conceal the shining star

Illuminating without tar

The truth behind peace that rings from afar

Yes, humanity redeemed with peace as stellar!

In peace we trust

Love and understanding goes together.

Growth is seen in many ways

Through the influential supervision of our leader

Peace is seen as progressive in the succeeding days.

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May all of us think of cooperating

And live with dignity and unity

Give respect for everything

To preserve peace in our community.

Peace within

In search of the answer that we need

To the question that lies beneath

How peace can be achieved

And all heads be adorned with wreath.

While all life’s philosophy and mission

Centers to creation of a credo

Driven by a vision

Peace to replace all clashes and rido.

An open communication seeking a common ground

Prioritizing children and their future

Rights be enjoyed and never to injustice be bound

And to uphold peace and to live lives that are secure.

Be free from all forms of fear

Allow cooperation to reign

With Leaders lending an ear

Peace within be our campaign.

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Sahadev Behera

Biography -

Dr. Sahadev Behera is a Govt.

Elementary teacher. He has published

more than 7 nos of educational books.

He has written story, prose and more

than 500 poems in Odia, English abd

Bengali language. He has Received so

many awards from different literary

forum throughout nation and abroad.

Name - Sahadev Behera, Date

of birth- 15/03-1973, At -Mangarajpur, State -Odisha

Country -India, Qualification.- M.A, B.Ed, DSEVH, Profession - Govt.

Teacher.

Hobby -Reading, writing, listening music.

Experience - Poet, social activist, international ambassador of peace.

Member of United Nations Organisation and many more international

organisations. Received Honorary Doctorate. And many more international

certificates, awards.

Published -More than 7books in regional language.

More than 500 articles have published in different international

anthology.

Language Known-Odia, English, Bengali, Hindi.

Responsibility - Moderator and Administrator of different

international forum of literature.

1. ASSOCIATION FOR WORLD PEACE AND LITERATURE;

Odisha (Founder)

2. Global Literary Temple, Nigeria (Vice president -II Asia)

3. Poetry Warriors, Bhutan (Admin)

4. Odia Sahitya Jagat, Odisha (Admin)

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5. World literary Forum for Peace and Human Rights, Bhutan

(Moderator and chief global coordinator)

6. Oxygen Pen, Shri Lanka (Team Leader)

7. Genesis World Writers, Nigeria (Member)

8. One World Writers Movement, Nigeria (member)

9. DEMO GOG (member)

10. Member of international federation

of global peace organisation.

12. And many more organisations

He has received so many awards such as -

1. Volunteers card from UNO,

2. Volunteer for human rights activities and SDG.

3. International Ambassador of Peace, WLFPH, Bhutan.

4. Iconic international peace Ambassador from WLFPH, Bhutan.

5. Global Peace Ambassador, from IQRA Foundation -2021

6. Global excellence Teacher Award -2020

7. Jayee Rajguru Samnan -2020

8. Akhanda jyoti Sikha samman -2020

9. Ananya Nabajoyti Shiksha Samnan -2021

10. Gangadhar Meher Samman. -2021

11. Poet of the year -2020, Indo Universe Voices of Poetry,

12. Bikshipta Bandhu Samman, -2021

13. Sadhana Samman-2021.

14. Rajo Samman-2021.

15. Mousumi Samman -2021

16. Blue Diamond award -2021.

17. Manabhasa Bandhu Samman -2021

18. International police friends icons award- 2021

17. Honorary Doctorate from Mexico Marrocco

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A Promise to Humanity

Service to mankind is service to God,

We the people live with a family world.

Without discrimination of sex, caste, creed and colour,

Respect to everyone and love to each other.

Don't be confused, be sure, take a promise to ensure,

The world is lovely, sweet and soft like dove's feather.

All brothers and sisters, we are very dearer and nearer

We are the sons and daughters as a family member.

Change your attitude, be positive towards others feeling

and emotion,

Share your happiness and joy with friends in World's

perception.

Eradicate illiteracy, terrorism, blind believes, social

taboos, war and curruption,

Brotherhoodness and humanity formulate peace,

tranquility as a social integration.

Every corner of the world blows the breezing wind,

Unites us and germinates in the whole world, love,

happiness, peace and kind.

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Showers the love and emotions to sprout peace and humanity.

Hesitate narrowness mind and conflicts, spark the light of

joy not cruelty.

Live and let live, respect elders and love each other,

Being we are the children of a lovely magnanimous mother.

Prevent Conflicts

Don't be confused, be sure, take a promise to ensure,

The world is lovely, sweet and soft like dove's feather.

Change your attitude, be positive towards others feeling

and emotion,

Share your happiness and joy with friends in World's

perception.

Breezing winds blows everywhere, and unites whole

world a nation.

Eradicates blindbelievs and eroded cruel traditions for

ever in mind,

Germinates in the whole world, love, happiness, peace

and kind.

Wrapped up illiterate, ceasefire the war, ban terrorism and cruelty

Showers the love and emotions to sprout peace and

humanity.

Hesitate narrowness mind and conflicts, spark the light of joy.

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Santosh Kumar Biswa

Biography About the

Author

Santosh Kumar Biswa is a

Bhutanese Author and Poet and is

currently working as a Teacher at

Damphu Central School, Bhutan. He

is an accomplished source of several

educational books and poetry

anthology and an Inspirational World

Peace Agent, in which he promotes

peace in his place and around the world through literature.

He trades with multiple stems that are related to current issues based

on his observations and experiences that needs urgent attention and through

his writing, he partakes in his global concerns and tries to point out issues

about life and gives examples for more encompassing understanding to uplift

peace in the world. He commits his life promoting peace and humility among

humanity for better life in the society. He had also studied Global Citizenship

education from UNICEF.

He is an award winning writer who achieved various laurels from the

circle of writing from across the world like; World Icon of Literature Award,

New World History Maker of English Poetry Award, Gold Level Award on

Poetic Prowess and profundity, Poetic Prowess Award, Poetic Parley Gold

Quill Award twice, World Poetic Star Award, Global Literary Society

Bronze Star Award, Writer of the Week Award, Eternal Flame's

Commendations, Writer Guild of America Honor, Platinum Category

Certificate of Honor from Motivational Strips, Edgar Allan Poet American

Poet award and many more.

Some of the books that he had already published are: The Rhythm of

the Butterfly (Poetry Anthology, 2019), Caprice-A Collection of Poems

(Poetry Anthology, 2012), Uncomplicated Shakespeare: The Merchant of

Venice (2018), Adages: Proverbs from the land of the Thunder Dragon

(2014), Encyclopedia of General Knowledge (2013), Songs of Angels (2014),

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Understanding Short Stories (2014), Understanding the Novel (2014), The

Complete Study Guide to BCSE English (2009), The Complete Guide to

ENGLISH I (2013), Bhutan - My Knowledge Bank (2013), Preschool English

(2012), Preschool Math (2012) and English Grammar (2010).

O Peace! For your Realm to Sparkle

O, peace! Where have you gone to?

Steadfast to prevail and conquer,

The ever virulent corona that exist.

All lambs are bleating high,

Some are already gone apart.

We are holding up in trust

For you to show up and guard.

Tears are moving like the Nile,

Maybe 'cause we lacked in dignity

Or our disparity in actual live action,

That ever made you to leave.

No more peace to see anymore,

It appears to be bleak all over,

In your absence all got fagged.

Come in fairness to embrace all,

We implore you in veraciousness,

Our spells are echt from the heart.

Come to conquer the mortal corona

And restore the peace that we had

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Of euphoria and gaiety always close by.

Our promise of regard to cultivate forever,

To each other in quality and equality,

In your realm to sparkle in haziness,

Like the moon, so unadulterated and superb.

Let the Devil be in Devil's Shape

Satan has arrived, unique makeup, it owns,

In every household and in every country.

We are to melt our heart as fast as candles

And to see our shelters floating like an ark,

The revenge, so tactical and gradatory to take.

The regard, high in simplicity to declare,

By us being reliant, chartless to reality behind,

Not in the flesh like to Cain, through Enoch,

But had come in different sorts at once for all

Pledged to fulfill the promise made to God.

The devil, smart as a whip seemed in human

To use them as a golem to wipe away forever

And to make eviternal waste; a pliant nature,

That don't crumble to dismantle it abruptly

For its awaiting might to usurp God's earth.

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Poles weep with rage owing to dim hopes,

By an inch to climb down, too weak to stand

And the warmth of mingy air harsh to rub it

Under the fiery sun, an ark to float roughly

Due to men in devil's mind to ruin and vanish.

Let the devil be in devil's shape, always feeble,

Ne'er to win, but God's plan to shine for all,

With the united hands to create new Eden

To relish the gifted nature and to let it glisten

So that the snow persist, air to stay fresh.

Syllabus of Ants

In the colony, I see ants so integrated in lives,

Sociable by nature, in communities underground.

Like sheep, they're steered by their shepherd

For mucho eggs to lay and to build the nation

Like a train to march and to entrepot eatage

Not for their kind alone, but for other livestock too

For vitality to come and hold the ecosystem

In the colony to subsist and to take in respect

Through global mind to shine through equality

Compassion, being their mission of unity.

The syllabus uniquely patterned for livelihood,

Free of ego, envy, jealousy, racism and hatred

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For the communal desire hides in every brain,

Peace being their common goal, free of conflicts.

Alas! What I see loosely of my kind are unkind

With the scattered syllabus; no more on clasp.

We call ourselves human of superior ability,

But our abilities, matchless to the tiny's home

In any account to count filled with inequalities.

I beg you, oh human, better pray to your idol,

To solace you to get hold of their forms and visit,

And to incur their education, not what we practiced

Back again for a newer syllabus to design

For a better world to build, more adept than theirs

Or else, they shall spit on us for our deeds.

The One and Only

The one and only;

those mentally vacillant;

enervated in the verdict

to chase their life, fancy impuissance in others

no other things that are decent

'Cause when he sees others doing well.

The rusty dust gets in his optics

and shouts at the tip of the high hills.

Withal, he persists the black sheep,

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be distinguished in their eyes


among those people who're wise and industrious.

Have such people continue with their will

to cut into the hole, deep enough until the hell

with their typical mind that suits their deeds

not to be fitted anywhere among anyone.

Solidarity of Minds

Peace isn't far if credence becomes alive,

Like the bond that show up in the rainbow high slants.

The world, so deplorable in its affection in contrasts,

Of shades of various cultures to exhibit its worth.

Ay man! Wake up, raise your brain before the nightfall,

With the light confined by, to break all lacks, of concern,

Of convictions and social orders that exist to parcel all,

Away from God, for shrillness to welcome.

Such flawed gauges, to benefit man, capacity to come,

To immingle among all reasons, all living in the double,

Away from uneducated traditions, so unrealistic real

For heftier bonds to fix, yet for a better future.

The cross in confidence, ties those dissimilar to mend,

Wake up man, joyfully after, for better stroll towards ages.

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Selma Kopić

Bographie

Selma Kopić is a professor of

Bosnian language and literature, born

in 1962 in Tuzla, Bosnia and

Herzegovina.

She is the author of two

textbooks and one workbook for

primary school. She has worked and is

working as a coach, reviewer,

proofreader...

Her stories and poems have been awarded and entered anthologies

in BiH and around the world. The most significant awards are:

• Third prize "Mak Dizdar" for unpublished collection of poems

"Puzzle", BiH, 2008;

• Golden Plaque, "Poetry of the Year 2020", Balkan Poetry Union,

BiH, 2021;

• First prize for a triptych of love poems at the "Poem above poems"

competition, BiH 2021;

• First prize for the best foreign song "I'm not ready to leave yet",

Italy, 2020.

She has published three independent books of poetry:

• ''Znak'' ('' The Sign ''), PrinCom Tuzla,

• '' The Monument of Love'', Poetry Planet Publishing House,

Philippines,

• '' Slagalica '' (''The Puzzle''), Darwish Publishing and Translation

House, Germany

• and the joint collection ‘‘ Cosmic Rainbow ’’ India, with five other

authors.

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A sudden storm

She came unexpectedly,

like a sudden storm

and conquered the world

with great speed.

At first we thought

she was made up,

then she wouldn’t come to us.

And she arrived like a tornado

destroying everything in front of her.

She doesn't care

about name, nation, or religion.

She doesn't choose who to mow.

In this war,

she is on one side

and the whole world on the other.

It isn’t easy to fight

an invisible and unknown enemy.

She kills in a row,

forbids hugging and socializing.

The world is united

in this unequal struggle.

There are many heroes,

but also too many victims.

Prayers are heard

in all the languages of the world,

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for all the victims,

for all the brave saviors.

And now,

after a year of pain and fear,

we hope the end of the pandemic is near.

When one day

all this becomes a thing of the past,

will the lesson be learned?

Will we remember

how important touch is,

how important a hug is,

how we are all equal in death

and that we should be equal

in life as well?

Golden flok

I swim on my back and sing an old song:

"Is it nice, is it nice, ... my seagull."

Above me, a flock of tame pigeons

flies over the lake in regular formations.

I notice that not everyone is white.

Pigeons of different colours fly together.

The sun is in the west and is very hot,

its rays illuminate the flock

and the colours of the birds change

as the angle changes.

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At one point they become all golden.

A beautiful sight.

Their golden wings flicker

and resemble fireflies on a summer night.

The sky is crystal clear,

golden dots flicker above us

and thought is born,

there is enough sky and sun for everyone,

and, under them, we are all equal and,

as such, golden.

A little more to last

Nights and days,

joys and sorrows,

birth and death,

gray and purple…

Everything spins in a circle,

goes and comes.

We are scared, excited,

tired, happy sometimes.

But,

no matter how hard

is the ride,

we don't want

to get off that carousel.

We want to be a part of it,

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a little more, a little more ...

And no one knows

how much time he has left.

And no matter how uncertain it is,

we are surprised

by the stop

and we are unprepared

for the end.

We are thirsty

for another drop,

another moment,

before we are covered in dust,

before we are enveloped in silence,

A little more, a little more,

to last.

Let's go to the light

Ladies, gentlemen, indecisive!

What's the problem?

There are no difficult decisions.

Decisions are easy.

Do you know why?

Because every time

we already know the solution.

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In the dark,

nothing moves forward.

We can always disappear.

Let’s try to live on planet Earth.

We need to fight

for goodness in ourselves

because we have to pass it

on to others.

Let's stop competing

in search of fun

in someone's defeat.

Let's head for the light!

Peace

Let peace flow as fast as a mountain river,

let it warm like the warm rays of the sun!

Let peace resound like a song,

let it grow like ivy along the walls!

Let peace spread like air,

let it spill like rain!

Let peace fly high like an eagle,

let it go fast like a train!

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Let it spread like good news,

let it fall out of all hands!

We all need peace like a song, like water,

like the sun, like air ...

We need it fast, very fast,

and it should last, and it should last!

Peace in the world, peace with God,

peace in the soul, peace for all!

You don't need a lot

Do you know how small you are

when you prove your greatness

to someone smaller than you?

Do you know how weak you are

when you show your strength

over someone who is weaker than you?

Do you know how cowardly you are

when you show your courage by overcoming those

who are more powerless than you?

When you respond to a gentle word with a curse,

when you respond to caressing with rudeness,

when you respond to the love given by ignoring it,

what do you expect?

You’ll get fear in view, humility and retreat,

a false image of power and strength.

You’ll get everything, but don’t expect respect.

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You need so little to be great, and strong and brave!

A kind word and a gentle touch are never too much.

Hope is all we need

Day after day, year after year,

the door opens for new things.

We cling to the old and the familiar,

while waiting to see what life brings.

It’s hard for those who live in fear,

when they are afraid of future mornings,

who are afraid of change and, to them,

every day is similar.

It’s important to enter the new tomorrow with a smile

and embrace the future as an adventure.

Life passes at such a speed.

To continue the race, hope is all we need.

It’s a difficult path

We see neither a sunny day nor blossoming valleys

when our head is full of problems and worries.

And in vain the sun that smiles and the distances that call,

in our minds it’s always night and always fall.

We carry our head with us wherever we go

and our thoughts go with us, and our sorrow.

It’s a difficult path and the struggle is unceasing,

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but such is life, eternal battle and struggling,

striving to break the darkness,

striving to overcome loneliness.

And the desire to light our way on a bright day,

that there are no obstacles in our way.

It’s hard, but the goal pushes us forward.

There in the end, only in the end, are success and reward.

There is magic

There is something miraculously beautiful

in the poet's mind,

in how he lowers words into colorful pearls,

magical pearls that understand other souls,

cling to other hearts and ennoble them.

There is a magical way in which poetry

manages to touch those who love it.

It’s a magic that cannot be explained by science,

that the poetic soul understands when it’s by itself,

in silence.

There is also a miracle above all miracles:

with one push of a button,

the beads of verse begin to fly

and fly around the planet.

The world of poets

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becomes a world without borders,

and such a path is light for others.

What a wonderful feeling!

A poet sends away his precious pearls,

knowing that hundreds of hearts,

all over the world,

will open to embrace them.

Then loneliness is no longer loneliness,

then sadness is no longer sadness,

wounds don’t hurt so much,

because the touch of poetry is the healing touch.

The flow of words

I keep the words in my bosom to ripen,

to each be crystal clear,

clear as a clear sky, then,

when their time comes,

to be ready and come out of me

in perfect order.

I choose words

like you choose roses for a bouquet of love,

to be fresh and fragrant,

so that when they flow,

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they flow like fresh spring water

that you drink.

You drink and you never have enough.

I look for words to lower them into pearls.

Sometimes it's easy

and sometimes they run away from me,

and I have to catch them.

Words are like a fertile garden

full of flowers and fruits.

Sometimes there are weeds in that garden.

They should be carefully picked

and placed in a heart basket,

cleansed of thorns and toxins.

When it's so pure, the word heals

and the wounded hearts drink it thirstily.

When the right hour comes,

my words will flow,

harmonious as a rainbow,

gentle as the whisper of leaves.

Love life

Life takes and life gives,

but love lives in all of us.

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And just when we think it disappears,

in a new form it appears.

It’s there in the spring day,

in the scent of flowers,

in the sunset and on the clear night sky

when the stars wink at us.

Love is in children's smiles and their games.

We fall in love

and want to burn in that flame.

And when we are separated,

love lives

in our heart,

in our memories.

It’s in the smell of food,

in the sound of the waves,

in the yellowed photos,

in old melodies.

No one can kill love

or replace its trace.

Love is what we all need

to embrace.

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Sudheer Sing

About

Dr. Sudheer Singh MBBS(Born

on October 20,1994) in Kaushambi

(U.P) India.

An Editor, As A writing 140+

Anthology Books as a Co - Author.

Multiple World Record Holder- India

Book of record, Asia Book Of

Records, America Book of records,

International Book of records, Bihar

Book of records, Maharashtra Book of records two times, OMG Book of

records Three Times, Worldwide Top Book of records, Amazing Book of

records, Eight Times World Book of records achieve Participation

Certificate, Additional Medical Adviser ITMUT Brazil, GTL Country

Director, 1000+Multiple National & International Award winners, 4500+

Certificate achieve till Now national and international quizes, Conferences,

Webinorsetc.

Honorary Doctorate, Honorary Professor, UYG Country Director,

GDYLI Global Secretary and GDYLI india president, WCEA Regional

Country Director, Chairman of SRADHA TRUST, DIRECTOR of Goal

Acquisition Institute, CEO/DIRECTOR Of KGN Humanity Social Services

Foundation, Guinness world record Attempt - Thickest Book in the World

an sponsorship committee member, most prestigious Honour Pillars of india

award 2021 as a jury member.

An editor upcoming book The orators Books in Pride of india,

Heartbeats of emotion, Shashvat Srajan etc.and an Co -Editor Thickest Book

in the World upcoming Guinness world record holder.

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Humanitarian services during covid-19

pandemic

The source of achieving world peace

Doctor's is the back bone of the humanity Doctor's is

known second god of the earth. Doctor's is the fullness of

peace and humanity.

Doctor's is the great humanitarian during covid-19

pandemic.

Nurse's is the second back bone of humanity.

Nurse's is known as the heart of the hospitals.

Nurse's is the fullness of peace and humanity.

Nurse's is the great humanitarian during covid-19

pandemic.

Socialworker's, police, sweeper great services peace and

humanity. Socialworker's, police, sweeper, skeleton

system our surrounding society. Socialworker's, Police,

sweeper, full fillness of peace and humanity.

Socialworker's, Police, sweeper great humanitarian

during covid-19 Pandemic.

Cooperation, Non domination and

liberation between everyone can lead

to world peace.

Humanity and tolerance is the way of world peace.

Humanity and tolerance is the together cooperation

spreads world peace.

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Gender equality, no racism attack in worldwide is world

peace.

Humanity and peace and tolerance is the simile world

peace.

Worldwide spreading loves, humanity, peace is allusion

of world peace.

Tolerance, positive things for humanity is the metaphor of

world peace.

Some person worldwide is the personified of peace and

humanity.

Non domination spreading loves in worldwide lead world

peace, humanity.

World peace and humanity is voice of the lovely heart.

Impacts of "Negative Thoughts" in

achieving World Peace.

Negative Thoughts is barriers of world peace.

Negative thoughts is birth yet in your mind.

So negative thoughts break soul become you blind.

Negative thoughts break the tolerance, positivity, peace,

humanity.

Negative thoughts destroy world peace and world

humanity.

Negative thoughts is mind barriers peace and humanity.

Failures all around the world peace and humanity.

Negative thoughts damage your peacefull mind and soul.

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Negative thoughts not achieving world peace and

humanity.

My Dream of a world of peace.

My mind and heart dream of a world of peace.


Where there all people can live a life to ease.

My mind and heart dream of a world of togetherness.

Where all people can happiness easist become a world

togetherness.

My mind and heart dream of a world of happiness.

Where there all people is can no sight of selfishness.

My mind and heart dream of world all people kindness.

Where all people can realise value of love is priceless.


Where there all people can live a life to ease.

Theme - Tolerance - The source of peace in the community.

Title - Tolerance is the best key point of peace.

Tolerance is the best method to make peace is the goal.

Tolerance is the best ability to face any difficult situation.

Tolerance is mutual respect through mutual

understanding and make peace. Tolerance is the

consequences of humanity, peace in the community.

Tolerance the threshold of peace, make peacefull the

whole community.

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Sugar Zedna

short bio

Born a Filipino with a little

Spanish blood (and a dash of caffeine in

her bloodstream).

Graduated on top of her class

from her Master’s Degree in Education

major in Teaching in the Early Grades.

She was the Editor-in-chief of

her college paper.

Presently, she’s an English Teacher to young kids, everyday she’s

juggling her time as a speaker in various events, hosting programs, designing

fashion accessories and WRITING!!

She loves to write about human relationships, nature, endless

metaphors of human existence and so on.

She has written many poems and had won over 200 literary awards

and her works had been published in international e-magazines and digital

platforms since November 2020.

Co-authored several anthologies and had a few interviews by

international magazines.

Peaceful mind

A tranquil mind generates power.

If all we see isn't the darkest hour

We see ourselves hapless and meek

Within seethes a conviction, we aren't weak

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As everything will come to pass

Even our engraved personas wouldn't last

This situation is temporary and a solution will come

When we least expect it, optimum results we welcome

No matter how bad the situation is

There is just one who will never miss

as His omnipotence ends all anguish

For inside the pit of lamentations we needn't languish

God's mercy and grace is all we need

To be totally emancipated from man's greed

To trust Him with all our life

As from His palm we reap our blessings so rife.

Genuine kindness

Life is never easy

As it's a painful process

Every day is a struggle

Every moment is a step towards our graves.

Every happening should be charged to experience

Yet it's beyond our comprehension

To know why some lay on a bed of roses

While others lay on the mud

We all live in a human society

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Where the ideal existence is to be humane

Worried lest I'd be starving, I'd give

I'm guided by a conscience that breathes

And feels the misery of my fellows

It goes beyond material aid

Having a listening ear,

A tight embrace,

A warm smile,

A nice pat on the shoulder or my mere presence

Can do wonders

Can move mountains

Simple gestures for my heart's simple treasures.

Small acts of humanity

Humanity is more than just being a philanthropist

It is that trait of being humane in an inhuman society.

As nomads of the modern world,

We fail to realize that we live in excesses

We have so much of everything we wanted

At any moment Having a heart that shares to the needy, is

humanity

Being selfless in the midst of our personal predicaments,

is humanity

Feeding the hungry on the palm of your hand, is humanity

Being a person for others, is humanity.

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Selfless love

The Living Saint

As we regarded her

Her heart and soul

She relentlessly offered

She served the poor,

The sick and the dying.

She opened the door

For the blind, the aged,

The disabled and lepers.

She extended unconditional love

To every being in the slums.

Mother Theresa,

truly you are A Goddess in disguise

Your altruistic nature will never be forgotten.

Measure of true success

Adding titles to your name

You thought would bring you fame

Attaining degrees in school

Wouldn't make you less of a fool

The essence of true success

Is purely on humanitarian causes

A man is revered for good deeds

Lauded for feeling every heart that bleeds

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Humans are we as God made us

To pity the hapless without a fuss

A little act of compassion

Is always a humane reaction

We have a lifetime to amass wealth

A heart to sustain anyone's health

Lest we'd be hungry, let's give

For we never know 'til when they'd live

Cultivate in our core, the zest to share

As what the word needs is our care

Help wholeheartedly whenever, wherever

Ditch selfish interest whatever the weather.

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Suresh Chandra

Sarangi

About

I am Dr. Suresh Chandra

Sarangi, Assistant professor of Sanskrit

of Amarjyoti College, Bolangir under

government of Odisha (India). I have

been writing poems, short stories and

articles in English since last three

decades out of them many poems have

been published in national and international online megazines, journals and

also translated into different languages. More than 300 times I have been

awarded by different National and international organisations.

Suresh Chandra Sarangi

Odisha, India

Beautiful world through my eyes

The world is a beautiful creation of God with full of nectar.

The sky is full of nectar

The mountains are full of nectar

The streams are full of nectar

The green woods are full of nectar

The flowers.

The earth

The sky

The mountains

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The ocean

The rivers

Where ever I am looking

through my eyes I am looking nectar.

We people are to receive

the nectar from the beautiful earth

to enjoy it.

Nothing is in the world

which is unsuitable for you.

If you see in the good eyes

everything you will look good

for you and

If you see in the bad eyes

everything you will look bad.

Nothing in the world is bad rather

Everything is good and full of nectar

Since the world is a paradise and

We are it's inhabitants,

We are so fortunate that

you have born in the Womb

of the heavenly mother and

we will sing the song

for the greatness of it

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Boardeerless world

He who a generous,

Always clean in behaviour,

To establish norms of conduct

And free from all attachments in life,

He has renounced everything.

Even though worldly he would appear,

To carry out worldly duties

That kind man embraces

the world is my family.

United be our purpose,

Harmonious be our feelings,

Collected be our minds,

As well as various aspects of the universe

Exit in togetherness.

May the heavens be at peace,

May the sky be at peace,

May the earth be at peace,

Peace to water, peace to the trees and nature,

Since all the world is a beautiful platform.

We are all o

The entire world should be free from boundary.

Inspite of many diversities

We should have unity in all respects.

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Every nation should respect the demarketed areas of others

Every nation should respect the sovereignty of others

Every nation should respect the peaceful coexistence

Every nation should respect the sentiments of others.

No country should keep colonial thought.

Now We are moving towards third world war.

This may happen only for boarder disputes.

Which is totally brutal and inhuman.

Everything would happen if the third world war occurs.

Nothing will remain alive.

Only destruction

Therefore we should leave misconception like

It is yours, that is mine.

Nothing is yours

Everything is of the God.

This is the misconception of the narrow minded

Peaceful coexistence

All the old is an one segment as created by God.

It is a gift of the nature that thousands of mountains,

rivers, large forests and many sea beaches.

Man has no contribution in this creation.

We are all his Sons and daughters.

Everyone's body consists of blood and flesh.

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On the basis of nationality, creeds, place of birth, colour

we are all equal before the law of the nature.

God has never discriminated areas to areas and men to men.

Discrimination is a man made concept with compact minds.

Since all the world is a beautiful platform.

We are all one one traveller of our life journey.

Since we are the traveler of the same destination

The entire world should be free from boundary.

Inspite of many diversities

We should have unity in all respects.

Every nation should respect the demarketed areas of others

Every nation should respect the sovereignty of others

Every nation should respect the peaceful coexistence

Every nation should respect the sentiments of others.

No country should keep colonial thought.

Now We are moving towards third world war.

This may happen only for boarder disputes.

Which is totally brutal and inhuman.

Everything would happen if the third world war occurs.

Nothing will remain alive.

Only destruction

Therefore we should leave misconception like

It is yours, that is mine.

Nothing is yours

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Everything is of the God.

This is the misconception of the narrow minded

But wise man thinks

All the world is my house

All are my brothers and sisters.

Hence the narrow conception is regretted and the broad

conception is well come.

Thanks, thanks, thanks

Death of Humanity

Hearts beat

For the pain of

the death of democracy

Missing the humanity

Hearts that bleed from

suffering so much.

Suffering from internal pain

What is going on now ?

The mother earth is feeling heavy

Crying sitting alone

Whom to kill and whom to keep ?

The mother earth has given birth

To gentlemen and wickeds.

Can't understand what to do

In this circumstances,

Notorious are beating.

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Killing, kidnapping and

Stealing in the day light.

No action against them,

The government is silent and

Even Indolent for observing

Monarchy.

Many people are unruly

Due to maladministration

The leadership is Failed

The intellectual civil society

Is undone.

The gentlemen are afraid of it.

Crazy to find the good path

Anguished hearts.

When God will take incarnation

To save the gentlemen

And demolish the fort of

Notorious

And to teach a lesson

the corrupted politicians.

Since political interference

OverJudiciary and executive is

Gradually killing

the glory democracy..

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Cultivation of humanity

If you want to read

Read the lessons of morality

If you want to purify

Purify your heart

If you want to keep

Keep your words

If you want to cultivate

Cultivate your behaviour

If you want to dress

Dress the wound of others.

If you to remove

Remove your anger

If you want to suppress

Suppress your pride

If you want to express

Express your mistakes

If you want to serve

Serve for the mankind

If you want to win

win you desire

If you want to kill

Kill your enviousness

If you want to write

Write your misdeeds

If you want to fight

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Figh for the right.

If you want to imagine

Imagine the world peace

If want to show

Show your loyalty

If you to find

Find joy within sorrow

If you to search

Search for truth

If you want to hate

Hate the bad qualities

If you want to pray

Pray your parents

If you want to love

Love your motherland

If you want to forget

Forget the past.

If you want to believe

Believe in you work.

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Vasanth Kumar

Literary Curriculum


Mr. Vasanth Kumar VP was

born and brought up in a village. His

Primary Schooling was also done in the

village itself. He has studied in Kannada

Medium. And then he has done his BA

in Hunsur. MA in English Literature

from Mysore University and BEd is

also in the same University’ and

PGDELT in R1E ,Banglore University.

He was so much of love and fondness for literature. This helped him to

continue his literary journey.

Now. he is professionally a teacher, working for about 24 years in a

high school. He is a Bi-Lingual poet; he used to write both in Kannada and

English poems even since college days. Regularly he is writing poems, articles

and thoughts.

Some of his English poems were published in * The New Indian

Express* in 2000 and 2001. Now he is regularly writing and publishing his

poems. Recently he has received many Accolades from different World

Literary’ Organizations such as:

Certificate of appreciation from COSMOS WORLD RECORDS, for

promoting safety against COVID-19.

Certificate of * International Peace Day* from WLO.

Certificate of * International Writers Award*

*Inker of the Year-2020*.

Appointed as an *Ambassador of World Peace* by World Literary

forum for peace and Human Rights.

Appointed as a *Vice-President-Asia* by GLT.

Appointed as an international Coordinator* by GLT.

Appointed as a *Child Rescue Ambassador* by Iqra Foundation.

*Founding Member* of The Poetry Center.

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Humanity

Life is a struggle

There are tons of lessons to teach

And tons of experiences to share.

Our only strength is to stand up for existence

And we do, dream of tomorrow

All the sw eat pouring in today.

The landlord as a charity back to the dawn

We do not see the light of the letter

We do not know what else.

We are the lack of power of speech

We are the one

Who fell into the curse of God.

Hair to the Lord’s anger

We are struggling with heavy debts

Those we are indebted.

Are not indebted to the debt

We have fallen to this earth for sin

We yarn for shade.

And we the believers

Who lift the fingers

For those children who are hungry for food and knowledge.

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Zdenko Ćurković

About

Zdenko Ćurković was born on

1960. in Pasič, near Tomislavgrad, BiH.

He lives in Croatia.

He graduated from the Faculty

of Economics. He and his family lived

in Bjelovar, and since 2005. they have

lived in Šibenik.


He published his collection of

poems "Fish swim in their mouths". He

publishes poetry on Facebook and portals and represented in many

international collections of poems.

He is a member of many literary societies. He is a participant in many

literary festivals.

He has been awarded many times for his poetry. In addition to

poetry, he writes critical reviews and aphorisms.

Mother

I am your Mother ... and you are my Son.

In malice and envy you killed your brother,

in greed you have destroyed Me innumerable times

with aggression… from war to war.

With your greedy technologies you have poisoned

My soul, and Mine purity You have defiled,

you despise others passionately, as you love yours

selfishness… - you worship a golden calf.

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You blaspheme… - you do not exalt your Father and Mother.

Love and gratitude - they are unknown to you.

I tremble with fever, I regain my anger,

You and your children are suffer - the facts are sad.

For you do not know what loyalty is, and that life is a gift –

God’s will was sent down from heaven to earth.

You think ... I'm a bad Mother, because my body

is old... sick, which is furious at you.

You explore the Universe, with the living Mother, you call

on your Stepmother -

you sacrifice millions and millions of your brothers and

their children,

who die of starvation. You are an egocentric celebrating

your success -

Idolater/Pagan, who also manages the lives of children.

My son, you poison me for hundreds of years - and instead

of treating me,

You deny Me because you are egocentric. You don't know,

what is responsibility?

You have hurt both my heart and soul - you are an

egomaniac.

In recovery you hinder Me, because you are... a narcissistic

hypocrite, smug,

and conceited egoist.

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Confession

I regret …

because I was an egocentric grain of gold,

that spun only around its own axis,

- member of golden youth. My dad

the elite - And nobody was allowed to ask "Who are you".

I regret …

because I was an arrogant golden wire,

a noble ore of tycoon parents

- raw material, that African children...

with hunger, disease and death dug.

I regret …

because I was an prepotent product -

an article of interesting marital relations,

a product and yield of materialistic views

a brand of hubris and loftiness - full of pride.

I regret …

because I was an exploitee and an exploiter,

without love - just scattered golden dust,

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without empathy - a delusional and an infatuated creature,

without emotions - a zombie, a cyborg, a robot, a machine.

I regret …

and my heart at long last rises like Christ,

and I can see, that only Mother spins around her axis,

and my soul is finally illuminated by divine grace,

and my Holy Ghost is crying over the hungry African children

- when they ask me "Who are you".

The man and the light

The Light... it gifted the Man its own light,

it was the first gift, that walked Mother Nature,

divine Earth has embraced by its mercy...

creatures on land, in water and air, that searched for their home.

A selfish creature in the Sky was arrogant of his brother,

it wanted to become light brighter than the Light,

out of Sin was born Death - and the gates of Darkness were open,

A man against the Man, and he was no longer... in God's Mercy.

Too much blood was spilled in the history of Inhuman civilization,

let us rise above the wounded, crippled, ill and killed bodies,

let us rise above races, religions, cultures, politics and every nation,

there is only one Man, there is only one Light - human deeds are key.

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Smug mammals

Gentlemen hypocrites, you are... smug mammals,

brats,... rascals... 200 000 years old only,

you imagine you are intelligent beings, o .., you drooling brats,

ostensibly in Homo sapiens, you evolved through the

course of evolution.

Gentlemen snobs, you are... arrogant invertebrates,

brats,... rascals... 200 000 year old only,

you think you are wise creatures, o you industrialists,

ostensibly for the good of man, you have carried out an

industrial revolution.

Gentlemen demagogues, you are ... insolent vertebrates,

brats,... rascals... 200 000 year old only,

you think and speak, you write and you work, o you as

vain pupils,

you do not respect parents, the elderly and the infirm -

rules of ethics.

Gentlemen primitives, you are... greedy and gruff

primates,

brats,... rascals... 200 000 years old only,

because in a few hundred years you managed to sell your

own Mother,

A Mother four and a half billion years old - because of

economic progress.

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Love

Unconditional love -

and the Light was stronger than the Sun.

And Man was naked in his humanity,

like a baby in a mother's placenta,

a newborn bathed in holy water.

Conditional love -

and Man imagines himself to be the equivalent of

Unconditional Love.

And I found myself clothed in my solemn envy,…

like my brother in laziness ... and spiritual indifference ...

Loveless love -

and Man imagines that he is above Unconditional Love.

And your brother finds himself clothed in his noble arrogance,…

as well as his brother in a suitable suit of hatred and anger…

and their sister put on a scandalous gown of lust and passion...

And I see hordes of all kinds of uniforms marching:

solemn selfishness, covert greed, official lying, honorable

intemperance,….

With love -

(it's a critical moment)

that the People arm themselves… and the hordes disarm.

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Contents

Foreword 5

Abundio Noel M. Libot 7

Let Them Be Themselves 7

Different Horizons on Kabul 8

Behind the Wall 8

Rustle 10

The Reigning Pawn 12

Babangida Baba 13

Wanderer and Gatherer 13

Carcade Of Emotion 14

The SEERS 15

Roamers 16

Bogdana Găgeanu 17

Idols 18

Poetry as a prayer 18

Escape 19

Beggars 19

Who talks? 20

Bozena Helena Mazur-Nowak 21

curse of hunger 21

Invisible 22

And when that last day comes 23

It might be the last lesson 24

And it was yesterday 25

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Maria Ciobotariu 27

Word of freedom 28

The mystery of time 29

A bunch of peace 30

In our prayer of faith 30

In the garden of peace 31

A perfect sphere 32

Damburudhara Behera 33

Humanity 36

Cry For Blaming Cake 38

Hope For The World 38

War for selfishness 40

Ho God! It Is 41

Ezhill Vendhan 43

Change yourself 43

Sailing not in the same boa 45

I could walk in longways 46

Stay at home 47

The light has come 47

Folajimi Notch Shoaga 49

Midnight in the Garden of Peace 49

Georgeta Lipovanciuc 51

Only you to love! 52

Renaissance 53

Laws of the universe 55

Forgiveness 56

Love yourself! 58

Gordana Andonovska 61

White bird 61

Holy desire 62

A point in infinity 63

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Tears.. 64

Somewhere 65

Gordana Sarić 67

The treasure of love 68

The world where love is celebrated 69

Sky of love 70

The longing of my heart 71

Guna Moran 73

Faith 74

Affection for You 75

Chitralekha 76

Imdadul Islam 79

Unity 79

Let's Read 79

Natural Beauty 80

Humanity and Mentality 80

Bigotry 80

Jomel E. Salceda 81

Genuine Peace For All 81

Kenneth Kibet Cheruiyot 83

Peace 83

Kishore Chandra Sahoo 85

Humanity 85

Peace Instant 86

Life's Zeal 87

In Every Plight 88

Lanuş Lungu 89

Where is humanity in us? 90

He's fighting you 91

gives 91

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will 92

How can you? 93

Loreta Toader 95

gift 96

The light of peace 97

covenant 98

Pray to God 99

Enlighten me, Lord! 99

Maheswar Das 101

Humanity 101

Peace 102

The value of Morality 103

Reconciliation 104

The Positive way of life. 105

Maid Čorbić 107

Peace connects all buildings 107

My happiness is the greatest 108

Peace at midnight 110

Love spreads wings 111

Inner peace of life 113

Malak Nora Hammadi 115

Biography 115

* who am I * 116

* sky crying * 117

* Peace * 117

* wings * 118

Victor Manole 121

Birds of a Feather Flock Together 122

The Longing for Peace 123

Love Conquers Love 123

Mother and I 124

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With Every Sunrise 125

For Peace 126

Make Peace! 127

Appreciate Humanity 127

Open the Doors 128

To Me 129

eace 130

We Need 131

Mili Das 133

Humanity 133

I will back 134

Muhammad Ishaq Abbasi 137

Would That I Were A Cuckoo! 137

Change Of Time 138

The Peacock 138

My Greatest Achievement 139

Petros Veloudas 141

Point of peace 142

Dove of peace 142

Sweet peace' 143

Poem of humanity - 2 144

The kindness of peace - 1 145

Prasana Kumar Dalai 147

As time goes by! 147

Moves to paradise! 148

Burning desire! 149

One desire! 149

A deep sigh! 150

Punya Devi 151

"Ever and anon my iconic word" 151

"Passion of freedom" 153

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"Bridge" 154

"I am aspiring" 156

"My Will On This Birthday" 157

Rhodora Garcia-Medina 161

Life vision: love and peace 161

Peace beyond borders 162

Peace and humanity 163

In peace we trust 163

Peace within 164

Sahadev Behera 165

A Promise to Humanity 167

Prevent Conflicts 168

Santosh Kumar Biswa 169

O Peace! For your Realm to Sparkle 170

Let the Devil be in Devil's Shape 171

Syllabus of Ants 172

The One and Only 173

Solidarity of Minds 174

Selma Kopić 175

A sudden storm 176

Golden flok 177

A little more to last 178

Let's go to the light 179

Peace 180

You don't need a lot 181

Hope is all we need 182

It’s a difficult path 182

There is magic 183

The flow of words 184

Love life 185

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Sudheer Sing 187

Humanitarian services during covid-19 pandemic 188

Cooperation, Non domination and liberation between everyone can

lead to world peace. 188

Impacts of "Negative Thoughts" in achieving World Peace. 189

My Dream of a world of peace. 190

Sugar Zedna 191

Peaceful mind 191

Genuine kindness 192

Small acts of humanity 193

Selfless love 194

Measure of true success 194

Suresh Chandra Sarangi 197

Beautiful world through my eyes 197

Boardeerless world 199

Peaceful coexistence 200

Death of Humanity 202

Cultivation of humanity 204

Vasanth Kumar 206

Humanity 207

Zdenko Ćurković 208

Mother 208

Confession 210

The man and the light 211

Smug mammals 212

Love 213

Contents 214

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