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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. 7

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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 8

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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. 9

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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, 11

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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. 12

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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.

Wanderer and Gatherer 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; 13

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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. 14

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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.

midnight in the garden of peace 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 18

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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 MazurNowak 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

curse of hunger sad monkeys crouched at the edge of the clearing and were thinking so hard where to get bananas for today

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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 22

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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, 23

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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 CulturalScientific 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 - The volume of poems “Rays of hope” - PIM Publishing House - Iași, 2017

midnight in the garden of peace - The volume of poems “Beyond us” - PIM Publishing House - Iași, 2018. Collective anthologies: - The volume of poems "Time with a silver veil" , IM Publishing HouseIași, 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 Laxminarayan Behera Mother's Behera

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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.

midnight in the garden of peace 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 PARTICIPATION CERITIFIVATE BY SOTRY MIRROR.

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international poetry antology * 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 35

midnight in the garden of peace 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 36

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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... 40

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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 41

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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. Vendhan, from India

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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. 43

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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, 44

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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. 45

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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 Midnight in the Garden of Peace 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 49

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If and only if human personally appreciates peace of mind As safe haven brings joy and peace and to humanity Midnight in the Garden of Peace 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 Midnight in the 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 Midnight in the Garden of Peace 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. 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 not! 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";

midnight in the garden of peace • 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. 53

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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. 54

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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... 61

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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, 62

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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 63

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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.. 64

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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... 65

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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 67

midnight in the garden of peace 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 68

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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. 69

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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.

Sky of love 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. 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. 71

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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 74

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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 76

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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.

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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. 81

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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!

Peace The world needs peace, And the word itself is a calm face, 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: Chandra Sahoo

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Mother’s name : Urmila Sahoo DOB : 26/06/1970 Nationality : Indian Qualification : M.PHIL in English Language known : English, Hindi, Odia Designation: Lecturer, ambassador of peace.

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Work place : Kunja Bihari College, Barang, Dist – Khordha, Odisha Permanent Address: Village – Mugei, PO - Naugaon, DistJagatsinghpur, 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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Lenuş 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.

midnight in the garden of peace 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 91

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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 95

midnight in the garden of peace - 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 96

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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 97

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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. 98

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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!

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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. 101

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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. 105

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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 &quot;Writted Pen&quot; 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 107

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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!

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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 109

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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 110

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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 Business Administration • Automated Certificate

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• 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

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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? 118

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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 19th 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).

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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, 121

midnight in the garden of peace - „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. 123

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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!

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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 Dacian1 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. 130

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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. 133

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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. 138

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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 141

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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.-

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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.-

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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 144

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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. 147

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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. 149

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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 151

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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 152

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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 156

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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 158

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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 GarciaMedina 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 161

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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.

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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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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 tranquility as a social integration.

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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 Author

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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 170

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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 172

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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.

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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, 176

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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. 177

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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, 178

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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! 180

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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. 181

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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, 182

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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 183

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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, 184

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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. 185

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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. 188

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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. 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. My mind and heart dream of a world of peace. 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 192

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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. 193

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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 194

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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 197

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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. 199

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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. 200

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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 201

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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. 202

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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 204

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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. 206

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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. 207

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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. 208

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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. 209

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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, 210

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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. 211

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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. 212

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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 25 214

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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 63 215

midnight in the garden of peace 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

Lenuş Lungu 89 Where is humanity in us? 90 He's fighting you 91 gives 91 216

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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 124 217

midnight in the garden of peace With Every Sunrise 125 For Peace 126 Make Peace! 127 Appreciate Humanity 127 Open the Doors 128 To Me 129 Peace 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" 153 218

international poetry antology "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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midnight in the garden of peace 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

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