Gulnara Kakhorova Uzbek poetess. He was born on August 25, 1962 in Pop district, Namangan region, in the family of a doctor. Namangan studied at the Faculty of Mother Language and Literature of the State Pedagogical Institute. The owner of the “Fame” medal, the commemorative badge of the International AmirContinue Reading

My teacher whose study room is bright Quiet night. The stars tell their lullaby, Moon listens to the tales of the sleepy sky. Wails the breeze playing music, saying goodbye, To the latest stars, cradling them with tie. The world rests, only you are left, My dear teacher, whose classroomContinue Reading

UKTAMOYs (Uktamoy Khaldorova) Writings. MY MISSING My missing that has grown green, In a mortar the night is grinding less. Blending deep in the rose flowers I would like to rest with the leaves I like to swing hanging the robe On the pleasant flavor of serine I would likeContinue Reading

Rezauddin Stalin is a prominent poet of the eighties. His poetic language is powerful. He added mythology, theology, hallucinations and magical realism to various subjects. I have noticed that his poems are being loved and translated at home and abroad. Amazon has released its English translation. It is a realContinue Reading

Online Desk: Because India has such a diverse population, there are many possibilities to celebrate distinct holidays. For kids, the festive holiday break and all the excitement go along with the festive emotions, with activities like pandal hopping and food festivals. However, for older people, it is all about decorating homesContinue Reading

Annabel Lee by Edgar Allen Poe It was many and many a year ago, In a kingdom by the sea, That a maiden there lived whom you may know By the name of Annabel Lee; And this maiden she lived with no other thought Than to love and be lovedContinue Reading

The Raven by Edgar Allan Poe Once upon a midnight dreary, While I pondered, weak and weary, Over many a quaint and curious Volume of forgotten lore— While I nodded, nearly napping, Suddenly there came a tapping, As of some one gently rapping, Rapping at my chamber door. “‘Tis someContinue Reading

Depression in Saint-Méloir-des-Ondes James Davis May The donkey my daughter loves cannot reach the flowers that grow in the film of soil the ocean breeze has lifted to the roof of the barn. We don’t know what they’re called and speak too little of the language to ask the farmhandContinue Reading