A raindrop whispered to the cloud above:
“You are my heart’s desire, my eternal love.
I fall beneath your shadow, lost in gaze,
Yearning to meet you, in ethereal ways.”
Yasir Qazi, a writer and poet from Sindh, Pakistan
She is a burning candle of profound and magnanimous love
Leaving behind the disdain and contempt of windy night
Shakil Ahmed, a renowned poet from Assam state of India, shares his poem
Shakil Ahmed was born on 31st January 1969 at
Come, my love, gather me in your arms,
Before I leave this sanctuary, we hold in our palms.
The sanctuary, we call life.
Tasneem Hossain, a renowned multi-lingual poet from Bangladesh, shares her poem
Tasneem Hossain, majoring in English
Broken
We are broken from previous years
We are broken and weak
Do not come with gifts and close mind
We cannot believe words.
Eva Lianou Petropoulou, an author and poet from Greece, the cradle of Western Civilization, shares her
And I returned to counting raindrops,
As I still do now,
This is the 22nd rain since that call.
Nisar Banbhan, a seasoned poet and writer, based in Karachi, the capital city of Sindh shares his poetry
Hailing from Village Mir
At the end of the Second World War in 1945, following the surrender of Germany and Japan, we were living in a ground-floor apartment on Hammouda Street, just a few meters from the southwestern outer wall of Abdeen Palace. This was due to the lack of available accommodation in my grandfather’s building at 24 Mostafa Kamel Street in the Abdeen district upon our return from Britain. I was
