WORLD Poetry Journal (2024)

28/11/2021

Lalit Lalitya

Rapport

How the two families
Came in contact
Nobody knows
It is often said
But ‘He’ knows
God above…
His hard disk is amazing
Awesome…
You have merits and demerits
It doesn’t matter
I welcome you
With all my heart and
with my whole being
And you know
Feeling will transmit
But, I would like to say
Only this……that
I shall always be, as I am
And please, don’t forget my
Mood swings
That’s it…..
Love you all
God Bless you….!!

(Transcribed into English by Dr. Deepti Gupta)
Original poem in Hindi by Mr. Lalit Lalitya

A Sea change

A lot changes
Before time and after time
The cycle of life indicates this
That the change is destined
You may consider it happiness
Or, you may take it as misery
It depends on you.
You have to cover up
The distance between the two
At times laughing happily
And, at times unwillingly
Just think over it……
Why the birds have
Disappeared from the metropolis
And honesty too…..
Both are not seen anywhere
Still. the life goes on…
Without the birds
and without the Honesty
Still, there are people
Who belong to
Honest category
Because of such people
The existence is intact
It is going on
Got it…? Moshai Babu
I am saying all this to you….!!

(Transcribed from Hindi by Dr. Deepti Gupta)

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Lalit Lalitya is Hindi known poet, satirist, editor.
National Book Trust of India
New Delhi

25/10/2021

Yavuz Özdem

BABY YAĞIZ

My daughter became a mother. The maiden
Milk streamed out
Streamed thrice
I saw my very own eye
Saw it in the milk

Baby Yağız, I uttered, Baby Yağız
You suckled. Your maiden mouth is warm now, I assume
As warm as a bird nest
Your slumbers are to fly off from there
It is where your cries are going to feed you

Welcome, Baby Yağız, welcome
I uttered that Thrice
Milk was between the three of us
Between the three of us
I saw my very own eye.

24 August 2012

THE WAY

I walked towards home
I looked at the workers’ sky
With whatever blue words I found

Neither the dynamite language of the ruling
Or my weariness from other daytimes
Nor the pain of distant news
Could spoil this purity

I, too, shouted
With my mind’s voice
- You
Deserved to be yourself

I marched on
I shouted

1 May 2009

(Translated by Emre Karacaoğlu)

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Yavuz Özdem was born in 1956, in the city of Elazığ, located in Eastern Turkey. Upon completing his undergraduate education, he has worked as a Turkish language and literature teacher. The poet currently resides in Istanbul.

His first poems published in the magazines, Yazko Edebiyat, published by the Writers Association .His poems mainly published in Varlık and Hürriyet Gösteri magazines and a lot of magazines which are important in the country.His other poems published in the following years. Yavuz Özdem’s poetries has been translated into English, French, Spanish, Italian, Arabic, Kurdish, Azerbaijani, Romanian, Bulgarian and Hebrew and featured in many books, magazines and anthologies of festivals the poet attended.

Besides his verse, the analytical essays he penned depicting poetry’s effect on words and the scope of technique and form have been published in many periodicals, including Hürriyet Gösteri, Cumhuriyet Kitap, Virgül , Mor Taka and Şiirden.

Furthermore, his column, “RÜZGAR ODASI” (“WIND ROOM”), where he selects samples from old masters and contemporary poets to discuss topics like language, form, style and imagery has been published in Hürriyet Gösteri since 2009.

He took part in the management of the magazines, Atika Şiir (1992) and Şiirden. He was also one of the founders of Digraf Publishing (2005) and undertook the role of editor for the “Şiirden” series from this publisher.

He is a member of the Turkish Writers Syndicate and Pen Club.

Published poetry books: Göl (1991), Bir Yüzle Yürümenin Kitabı (1994), Adınız Kime (1997), İstanbul Yolcusu Kalmasın (1999), Yer Gece Dinlenir (2005), Gümüş Ten Fotoğraf (2007), Benim Yapamadığımı Yap (Selected Poems, 2009), Meydanda Kalalım (2010), Yaşlı Kitap (2014), Yalancı Kesinlik, (2018), Unutmama İmgesi (2019)

Essay-Critique: Şiir ve Dil (2005), Şiirin Sözü (2011)

25/10/2021

Vadim Terekhin

IT'S WELL-KNOWN THAT

It’s well-known that
In accordance with all laws of nature,
Water is unseen and dead
On entering the supply network.

And waits to be rescued until
It starts flowing through pipes.
Water, like the language of poetry,
Can’t live in captivity.

It’s devoted to flowing,
To pressure hidden in the chest.
And always beats its way
Out of any kind of captivity.

And if you take a look at water,
Compare it to our own meagre experience:
As soon as it breaks loose into freedom,
Water becomes alive.

(Translated from Russian by Jenny Wade)
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Известно, что придя в движенье

Известно, что придя в движенье,
По всем законам естества
В системе общего снабженья
Вода безвидна и мертва.

И ждёт спасения, доколе
Не образует в трубах течь.
Вода не может жить в неволе
Как поэтическая речь.

Она подвижница теченья,
Напора, скрытого в груди.
И из любого заточенья
Всегда пробьёт себе пути.

И если посмотреть на воду,
Примерить жалкий опыт свой –
Лишь вырываясь на свободу,
Вода становится живой.
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WORD AND MUSIC

Do you hear the cricket start
The song on the lyre is baked.
No matter how cruel the world is,
Words and music are eternal.

We were born to be lost.
Vanish in the endless darkness
Fame, wealth, and power.
Words and music are eternal.

How can we live on earth
Simply, slowly, cordially?
In a world of evil,
Words and music are eternal.

Life fit into seven notes.
But in a hurry fleeting
Everything in this world will pass.

(Translated from Russian by Jenny Wade)

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СЛОВО И МУЗЫКА

Слышишь, заводит сверчок
Песню на лире запечной.
Как бы мир не был жесток,
Слово и музыка вечны.

Мы рождены, чтоб пропасть.
Канет во мгле бесконечной
Слава, богатство и власть.
Слово и музыка вечны.

Как же нам жить на земле
Просто, неспешно, сердечно?
В мире, лежащем во зле,
Слово и музыка вечны.

Жизнь поместилась в семь нот.
Но в суете быстротечной
Всё в этом мире пройдёт.
Слово и музыка вечны.

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Vadim Terekhin (Вадим Терёхин) - poet, co-Chairman of the Russian writers ' Union, Vice-President of the international Academy of Russian literature (Moscow). Chairman of the Kaluga regional branch of the all-Russian public organization "Union of writers of Russia". member of the coordinating Council of the international poetic movement "World without walls" (VSP), corresponding member of the Petrovskaya Academy of Sciences and arts (Saint Petersburg), full member of the Academy of Russian literature (Moscow), full state adviser of the second class of the Kaluga region.
27.01 was born in 1963 in the village Pesochensky of the Tula region. He graduated from the Kazan higher military command and engineering school of the rocket forces named after Marshal of artillery M. N. Chistyakov and the Moscow literary Institute named after M. Gorky. Served at the Baikonur cosmodrome, works in the field of literature, culture, art and cinematography.
Winner of literary awards: all-Ukrainian literary award named after Taras Shevchenko (2018), the international Slavic literary forum "Golden knight" (2016, Golden knight in the category "poetry"), the all-Russian award named after the poet-frontman V, T. Stantsev (2016), the international award "Imperial culture" named after Eduard Volodin (2012), the Literary Award "Belukha" named after G. D. Grebenshchikov (2012), prize of the Central Federal district of the Russian Federation in the field of literature and art (2009), winner of the honorary prize of the poetry Forum in Bahrain (2007), national literary prize "the Paternal house" the name of the brothers Kireevsky (2002), winner of the second contest Filaret's religious poetry on the Internet (2001), the literary prize of the publishing house "the Golden path" (2000), literary award named after Marina Tsvetayeva (1998), national award of Fund of support of democracy for young writers (1996).

13/04/2021

Mai Van Phan

Midst of Spring

Strong winds
Paste peach flower petals
On the ground

Still Celebrating New Year

After my last piece of preserved fruit
I stand up to wind up the clock
Gladiolus flowers in full bloom

Spring Sun

Drops its breasts
Dangling down
To newly budding seeds

A Glimpse of Spring

A buffalo calf has passed by
A patch of young grass has disappeared
A boy has spilled honey

(Translated from Vietnamese by: Nhat-Lang Le)

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Vietnamese poet Mai Văn Phấn was born 1955 in Ninh Bình, Red River Delta in North Vietnam. Currently, he is living and writing poems in Hải Phòng city. He has won several national literary awards of Vietnam. He has published 22 poetry books, 11 of which were several times reprinted or reprinted with adjustments in English, French, Spanish, Thai, Turkey, Albanian, Hin-ddi & Bengali (India): Giọt nắng (Drops of Sunlight, 1992); Gọi xanh (Calling to the Blue, 1995); Cầu nguyện ban mai (Prayers to Dawn, 1997); Nghi lễ nhận tên (Ritual of Wall, 2003); Hôm sau (The Day After, 2009); và đột nhiên gió thổi (and Suddenly the Wind Blows, 2009); Bầu trời không mái che (Vietnamese-only version of Firmament Without Roof Cover, 2010); Thơ tuyển Mai Văn Phấn (Mai Văn Phấn: Selected Poems - essays and the interviews, 2011); hoa giấu mặt (hidden-face Flower, 2012); Bầu trời không mái che / Firmament Without Roof Cover (bilingual 2nd edition, 2012); Vừa sinh ra ở đó (Just Born There, 2013); Những hạt giống của đêm và ngày / Seeds of Night and Day (2013); A Ciel Ouvert / Firmament Without Roof Cover (2014); Buông tay cho trời rạng / Out of the Dark ( 2013); Ra vườn chùa xem cắt cỏ / Grass Cutting in a Temple Garden (2014); Zanore në vesë / Vowels in The Dew (BOTIMET M&B, Albania, 2014); บุษบาซ่อนหน้า / Hidden-Face Flower / hoa giấu mặt (Artist's House, Thailand, 2014); Yên Tử Dağının Çiçeği (The Flower of Mount Yên Tử, ŞİİRDEN YAYINCILIK, Turkey, 2015)... Simultaneously on the book distribution network of Amazon, the collections Firmament Without Roof Cover, Seeds of Night and Day, Out Of The Dark, Grass Cutting in a Temple Garden, A Ciel Ouvert was published and exclusively released in the USA, Canada, the UK, Australia and European countries by Page Addie Press of the UK. December 2012, the English collection titled Firmament Without Roof Cover became one of the 100 best-selling poetry books of Amazon. June 2014, the three collections in Vietnamese and English titled Ra vườn chùa xem cắt cỏ (Grass Cutting in a Temple Garden) and Những hạt giống của đêm và ngày (Seeds of Nights and Day) as well as his Vietnamese-French collection titled Bầu trời không mái che (A Ciel Ouvert/ Firmament Without Roof Cover) were among the top ten of the 100 best-selling poetry collections from Asia on Amazon. Poems of Mai Văn Phấn were introduced in newspapers and magazines of Sweden, New Zealand, the UK, the USA, Canada, Australia, India, Albania, Turkey, South Korea, Hong Kong, Indonesia and Thailand...

16/02/2021

Agnese Monaco

Only a fragment

Only a fragment
When I go ahead
To observe the cries,
Blinding lights
After the eyes are extinguished
The torments that
Sublime complains
Voices calls to the
Person who loves
Passing the time away
That is only a fragment.

In the fire

The hearts remained empty.
The opened book,
That expresses the torments.
Life is never to end.
The beginning existence,
From the ancient time found again.
Alone in the ocean,
I tried to find you but without.
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Agnese Monaco born in Rome. Writer, Poet, Painter and musician. Registered to Siae, Dor and Olaf. A graduate in Letters h.c. She wrote books of poetry, novels, Fables, musical texts, working with big names of Italian music scene, for Teathe two comedies, including(Cambia Canale) and a short film (Redini di vita) on the possible causes of depression. We also remember the experimentation in Oxymorons, paradoxes, Haiku, aphorisms, essays, Reviews, translated in English, French and Spanish with Italian and foreign publications. She is present in literary world since 1996. She won many competitions in Italy & Outside in Europe & USA. We including in that : Premio Alto Patrocinio Croce Rossa Italiana , Premio Internazionale di Poesia Coluccio Salutati. Editor’s Choice Award by poetry.com & The International Library of Poetry – 2007 -(USA), First Place Concorso Internazionale "Po & siA -Meltin’Books, She receives the certificate of merit issued by the OPE (European Parliamentary monitoring centre and the Council of Europe), for professionalism and valuable cooperation for the success of the contest. In the 2011comes out his book “ E’ solo l’inizio”, a collection of poems. He competed with his paintings in numerous exhibitions of painting in Italy and abroad. Its versatility is also in painting and sculpture, creating innovative new styles including mosaics, copper reliefs and other works. Her paintings are often in various Exhibitions in Italy, Europe and worldwide. Candidate in 2013 to help animals and nature in two Municipalities of Rome. She Writes and speaks in English, Spanish and Italian. In her spare time she loves to study other languages. She is always careful to protect animals and to volunteer in fact she often gave his contributions to these causes.

16/02/2021

Daniel Quintero

A luz

Hoy soy una sangre más
del hijo que no tuve
así descansa
como descansa mi padre
como descansan las cenizas
en que se irá convirtiendo todo su amor
hoy soy un poco más
ese progenitor temeroso
entre luces de quirófano
latiendo en el silencio
que aún no traería ningún llanto
soy también la anestesia
toda aquella posibilidad
de amar y vivir
de haber podido elegir
soy imagen de padre presente
luz incógnita suspiro decisión
yo soy el padre que tuvo a resguardo
la vida de tres
hoy aquel hijo me lo agradece
y yo le agradezco a sus madres
el tiempo multiplicado
la caricia oscura
mi promesa de amanecer la noche.
Soy la sangre que a partir de hoy será poesía.

Noción de arquitectura

La ciudad ideal está armada
con partes de todos los viajes
la escalinata de un templo
el edificio de correos
un banco de plaza
un puente
la luz que cada tanto resucita
en ese bar de buena muerte
las boticas los almacenes
las carnicerías
los colegios
el consultorio del dentista
las dudas las caricias
una boca de tren subterráneo
un ala de avión en el esfuerzo
el casting para una película muda
de bajo presupuesto
las manos nombrarnos hacer fuego
un campanario el cementerio
la casa derrumbada
de un último poeta
las ferias las bocas de tormenta
las maternidades
las fondas los copetines
los ciclos de poesía
las puestas de sol
zancadillas
gritos
terminaciones
besos al aire en los andenes
palmadas en la espalda
todos los vuelos
el deseo colgando de los balcones
la incertidumbre del crepúsculo
no más de tres perros
rascándose las pulgas
como si la vida fuera algo
que sucede a lo lejos.
Como si se tratara del olvido.

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Daniel Quintero, Buenos Aires, Argentina. 3 de diciembre de 1959.
En 1987 se radica en Ushuaia provincia de Tierra del Fuego ARG regresa a Buenos Aires en 1987.
Participó de diversos eventos literarios en Argentina y otros países, tiene publicados varios libros de poesía y relatos breves: Del dolor de los espejos, Cementerio de payasos, Malhoja, SIGNOS /sobre el Jardín de las delicias entre otros.
En la actualidad es uno de los organizadores del FIP de Parque Chas LUIS LUCHI 100 años.

16/02/2021

Laura Valente

El día que contar estrellas dejó de ser mala suerte

Cuando lleguemos a mil paramos,
me decía con el cielo lleno de lágrimas
y refregaba su ternura en mi futuro.
Mi padre que nada sabía de astronomía
me explicaba el origen del universo
mientras silbaba un tango:
con La Cumparcita ordenaba el caos,
con Volver repartía soles,
Mano a mano separaba las luces de lo oscuro.
Silbaba y miraba el cielo,
contábamos las estrellas más brillantes,
era todo celebración cuando descubría
una nueva galaxia, geografía donde ilusionarme.
No cuenten estrellas que es mala suerte,
gritaba mi madre con la esperanza
de que todo se volviera de un rojo detenido
y para siempre.
Mi madre se fue corriendo una tarde
antes de la salida de la Luna,
recuerdo una partícula del cosmos
golpeando contra el cielo,
mi padre y yo quedamos buscando un tango
con que explicarnos mutuamente
ese planeta que comenzaría a faltar;
no fue una revelación tanto dolor
ni otra constelación parecida a la tristeza,
sólo fue el inevitable movimiento del universo.
Una noche que no tuvo tango para mostrar,
arremangó su música y subió,
con un dedo indicaba el horizonte:
los acontecimientos se suceden,
así es el giro de los astros me dijo
y se tragó el brillo de todo el cielo.
Ahora no encuentro música
que me explique su ausencia.
Cuento las estrellas,
no paso de mil.

Vuelo

Hasta las plantas de la casa
se agotaron en su encierro
y echaron piernas,
ahí se las ve camino a la plaza,
a la parte de los juegos
donde había niños;
no me sorprende esa actitud,
no hay ser que soporte
tanto claustro.
Lo preocupante es
que algunas están entablando
correspondencia con los pájaros,
volvieron a escribir cartas
como era en un principio.
Cuando todo pase no sé
con qué argumento
las traeré a tierra,
a maceta, a balcón,
cómo haré
para que olviden sus alas.

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Laura Mabel Valente
La Plata Provincia de Buenos Aires República Argentina
24 de septiembre de 1965
Escribe desde años atrás, participó en antologías gráficas y virtuales; también en Encuentros de Poetas nacionales e internacionales en Montevideo y Nueva York entre otros.
En la actualidad es una de las organizadoras del FIP de Parque Chas LUIS LUCHI 100 años.

17/01/2021

Devendra Shukl

-Two poems-

Journey in Silence

Intense river of ice
I feel around me
All the time ..
And suddenly
I freeze my identity..
As if constrained tightly
Some times a trace of life
Flickering in me, I feel..
And..I shudder...
The stony ice
Becomes fossils for me,
Some times it takes
A form of soil ,
Eaten by white ants.
When I press my
Ice -covered clothes ..
There oozes, such strangeness ,
That my ground becomes black
Out of my own dejection ,
Lonely mind in crowd ,
Creating suffocating
Monotony..in solitary..
Living life in every moment
But also dying simultaneously.,
For that moment...
Just like a spider,
Weaving two types of threads ..
I become trapped In my own web..
Silently..Leaves fall from the tree..
Continuously…And
Silently
also I.

In the moment of Haste

There must
be the
moment of existence
Impulsive,
Rather
Of consciousness ..

Beyond
time & Space

Impetuously,
I transcend
from the suchness..,
Of my reality
Is there any suddenness ?

In the journey of
The Infinite?

And find
My self
There non existent.

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Biodata -

Prof. Dr. Devendra Shukl, (New Delhi, India)

A Poet, Professor & HOD, Department of Information & Language Technology , Central Institute of Hindi

07/01/2021

Deepti Gupta

Two poems

1. PET WITHIN US

Our values, beliefs create us
shape us and our whole being.
We live upto them
We breathe with in them
We talk them, listen unto them
Thus we draw a boundary
around us ..... !
Life goes on within those
set parameters
New attitudes, new philosophies
new landscapes of life
new norms allure us, attract us,
but we avoid them, overlook them
The conditioned person in us
feels happy with its barriers !
As a pet remains happy within
the limited space of four walls
he can't stay out for long ,
runs back to its boundaries
So, the pet in us doesn't feel like
crossing the boundaries..
It does look beyound the boundaries
and runs back to the walls
of its own beliefs and values !

2. Raison d’etre

What you do, reflects how much you have grown,
What you speak, reflects how much thoughtful, you are
What you express, reflects how much sensitive you are
Bitter experiences in life, violent storms, drastic miseries
callous sorrows & lingering agony
impart you subtle nuances of life !
You become more intense, you touch more depths
Your sentiments, emotions & thoughts
touch their own skies.
They reach deep to their roots.
And then comes the significant growth in your life
Your vision acquires gravity, your concept acquires clarity
Wisdom adorns you manifolds
Precious gifts by bitter experiences, violent storms,
drastic miseries , callous sorrows & unkind agony,
prove their generosity, their nobility, their richness
their magnanimity.
Under their harsh and rough exterior,
they preserve such a ‘ wonderful treasure’
Which enriches your life in its own unique way !
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Dr. Deepti Gupta
Pune, India
Former Professor & Educational Advisor , Ministry of H.R.D., New Delhi, India
Served in the Hindi Depts of three top Indian universities :
1) Ruhilkhand University, Bareilly
2) Jamia Millia Islamia, New Delhi
3) Pune University, Pune. ( Oxford of India).
4) The President of India deputed her against the post of Educational Advisor in the Dept. of Education, Ministry of Human Resource & Develpoment, New Delhi for a period of 3 years (1989 – 1992)
Published Books
Fiction :
1) Shesh Prasang,
2) Sarhad se Ghar Tak,
3) Hashiye Par Ugate Hue Suraj
Collection of Poems :
4) Antaryatra
5) Ocean In the Eyes
6) Dularte Shabd
7) Tulsi Ke Birave Tale
Research Books :
8) Amrilal Nagar - Human Values & Ideals
9) Amrilal Nagar - Historical & Social Aspect
10) Amrilal Nagar - Vision and Philosophy
11) Amrilal Nagar – Social & Cultural Aspect
12) Collection of Reviews
Edited Books :
13) Payame Zindagi Aur Suna - Edited (Collection of Nazm)
14) Waqt ke Aiyene mai - Edited (Collection of Nazm)
15) Lekhak Ke Aiyene mai Lekhak (Collection of Memoirs)
16) Timeless Stories by Munshi Premchand
Her books got translated in foreign languages by western poets.
17) Océan dans les yeux (French)
18) Ozean in den Augen (German)
19) Океан в глазах (Russian)
20) 眼中的海洋 (Chinese)
21)Seasonal Poems(Holland)
22) She translated ‘Kemila’ a much awarded Russian novel by R.H, Karimov translated in Hindi (2020)
Poetry , Stories, & Articles on socially relevant topics in t Hindi & English got published in prestigious Literary magazines in India, America, Canada, London, Muritius .
Significant Achievements
1) Two stories since 2008 got the honour to be the part of syllabus of literature at Pune university.
2) Two poems have been included (in 2008) in the CBSC & ICSC syllabus of Modern school which has its various branches at Sharjah, Abu dhabi, Dubai, Milan and in the 14 states of India
3) Memoir on reputed senior writer (Late) Sri Amritlal Nagar received much attention globally, had been published by Amazon library for American students.
4) English - Hindi poems and stories got published in online e-magazine Fanstory.com (American site). Some of the English writings have been rewarded as "All Time Best" & "Recognised" by American & European critics and regular readers
5) The Sunday Indian , a New Delhi magazine, 2011 honoured her as the Best & Established Hindi writer who have contributed to Hindi literature & Hindi language by her ‘ Creative Writing’ and ‘Teaching Profession’.
6) Excellence Award, . (1987) from Ruhilkhand University for ‘The Best & most dedicated Programme Officer, N.S.S since long.
7) Poetry & Fiction books are being translated in Bangla, Gujarati, Marathi, Punjabi & English
8) Research work (M. Phil and Ph.D) on her Fiction books is going on in some universities of India
9) Her English poems got the honour of being the part of World Anthologies, like - Atunis Galaxy World Poetry (Albenia), League of Poets, WORLD FAMOUS WRITERS AND POEMS,
10)Her Poems have been translated by Western Poets in Dutch, Italian, Spanish, Russian, French and German.
A number of Talks , Dicussions & Interviews on impt. issues, got relayed by A.I.R. Delhi and Pune .
Awards
National Awards
Received Sixteen (16) prestigious Acedemic awards from the govt. & autonomous literary organizations from New Delhi, Kolkatta, U.P. Maharashtra, Rajasthan, M.P. and Karnataka on her poetry & fiction books as well as her contribution to the literature and Hindi language through her teaching profession and creative writing for the last 34 years.
International Winner of the Poetry Contest, held by the ‘League of Poets’ (2020)
Translation Work
She has been in the field of translation for the last 20 years and rendered services in the following govt and pvt offices and organisations :
A) She translated an important book by Mr. Chanchal Singh ‘Education Today In India’ in Hindi in the year 2013.
B) She translated significant Educational C.Ds prepared by Multiversity Software Company, Pune for schools in Hindi.
C) She translated Manifestos of various political parties in Hindi in the years 2011, 2012, 2013, 2014, 2015 .
D) She translated the full text of ‘Constitution of Swaraj Abhiyan’ prepared by Senior Supreme Court lawyer Mr. Prashant Bhushan in 2015
E) She did other multiple small translation work time to time as follows -

16/10/2020

NATIA NEMSADZE

Once upon a time

and time was
one upon an endless rhyme and
the end was but none.
Once upon the space and the space was
one with nobody’s trace a new day
had begun.
Once upon an epoch and
the epoch was one with only my epic
I continue to run.

To Edgar Poe

Sad and weary, sick and scary,
hiding secrets, jumping streamlets,
nondidactic, enigmatic...
There he lies in Baltimore....
Being weird, never smeared,
flying flitter, crying bitter, sense –
recurrent, undercurrent...
Feeling better than before...
Man of letters, never flatters,
heavy drinking, horror creeping, brains –
erratic, soul’s poetic...
Raving Edgar Allan Poe.

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Natia Nemsadze, doctor of linguistics, associate professor of Tbilisi State University. Writes poems in three languages - Georgian, Russian, English. Two collections of her verses were published in Georgia.

14/10/2020

ODEH AMARNEH

My homeland

My homeland is an open wound for a thousand years
hot ink that writes
a beautiful and sad melody with dignity It
sends the deceptive conscience of the world into ecstasy
It makes crocodile tears fall
My homeland is a thoroughbred horse
that has given a new meaning to the meaning of patience
Rides with the wind on a rough road
And it does not come ... it will come
Resists and endures the cackles and jokes of the world
And laughs at it
My homeland is the density of patience ... the same color ... the same taste
My homeland a million lovers ... a million dreamers
They want my homeland to be an octagonal
football Kicked by a spoiled child ...
To make monkeys and pigs laugh.

Travel spirit.

Oh traveler of God!
Oh ray of sunshine!
Put my heart in your luggage,
I'll give you my wings!
Put a flower and a book of love
you find me in the sheets.
And when you enter a church
you light a candle
so Allah or God forgives us for the things we haven't done!
Light a candle
you will see me in the flame
I will be the light that accompanies you.
Light a candle to find your way.
Pray for us ... do not hesitate ...
A NOT portioned prayer!
Deep and complete!
Pray to the extreme!
Forgive our cruel fate that took away our good morning!
Honor our initial soul and the last times we laughed!
I hope that our journey will be less painful,
with the blessing of the water of Zam Zam or the water of Lourdes
I will be happy…
Have a good trip!

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Odeh Amarneh was born in 1976 in Yabad, a town near Jenin in the north of Palestine, he lives and works in Rome. In 2015 he obtained a PhD at the Faculty of Literature and Philosophy of the University of Rome La Sapienza. He is a member of the General Union of Palestinian Writers. Poet, translator and activist on the cultural scene, he writes in Arabic and Italian, has relationships with writers, cultural and artistic associations, in Palestine, Italy, Europe, Arab countries and the Mediterranean.
He has organized and coordinated numerous cultural events, exhibitions and film screenings. He organized exchanges of international delegations of poets, publishers, writers and intellectuals.
He has written, translated and published many articles in the Italian and Palestinian press.
He has translated and published several Italian works into Arabic and has translated and published several Palestinian works in Italy.
In recent years he has obtained 5 literary awards in Italy and in Palestine and abroad.
Some of his poems have been translated into English and, soon, into Spanish and French.

07/10/2020

ARISTEA PAPALEXANDROU (Greece)

INVERTED LOANS

A God is born. Others die. The Truth
neither departed nor arrived: The Error changed
Fernando Pessoa
Nevertheless I accept
it’s not a current evil.
Decades I spent weaving
endless commemorations via
memorandums; so what’s new?
My error did not change.
What falls due nourishes me
but not one irrelevant word do
I set aside for it.
The deadline passed.
They know it and I know it.
Perjurer for some time
Soaked in sweat I profit
right down to my silence:
sound of an incoherent sob
before the difficult time
before my birth.
The deadline passed.
Me with it.
6
My error did not
change
a wrongdoer borrowing
,
And I amid the world’s evil a unpaid voucher
tossing my guilt away

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Aristea Papalexandrou (Αρίστη Παπαλεξάνδρου) (b. 1970, Greece) has published 5 collections of
poetry and her poems and essays on poetry and the theater have
appeared in many Greek newspapers and literary magazines. She
studied music and Medieval Modern Greek Philology. During the
past two decades she has been involved with the investigation
of the post-dictatorial period in Greece and its evaluation of the
work of modern Greek female poets, a work which in March
2014 was deemed by the School of Fine Arts worthy of being
used as her doctoral thesis under the title: The Involvement with
the Poetics of Female Creative Artists during the final quarter of
the 20th Century. She is also professionally involved with editing
texts and typographic corrections while at the same time teaching
The History of Modern Greek Literature at various cultural
institutions. Her poetry has been put to music by the notable
composers Michalis Kaloyerakis and Apostolos Kitsos. Finally,
she was awarded the coveted Petros Haris Award of the Athens
Academy for the collection It’s Overtaking Us as well as her
general contribution to Greek Literature.

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