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01.
Poem: “Feel Free”
Poet : Souad Zakarani.
From : Morocco
Primelore Published Date: 15, April,Tuesday,2025.

Like the bird of your soul
Locked in the cage of everyday life
Behind the bars of coercion.

From the depths rises into your brain,
How can it sing again?
Who will give it freedom?
Who will open the bars?
New things urge you to try.
Find the way to freedom
and fly, fly, fly…

You want to explore other dimensions,
in unknown circles,
far away from the grey life
and prove yourself.

In the darkness of the night
in an unguarded moment
the bird could escape.

Show what is unexplored,
growing and stirring within you,
hidden for far too long
Cherished deep within.

Release it like a bird
that flies light as a feather in the sky,
so that your suppressed desire
may finally find its freedom.
Copyright @ Souad Zakarani.

02.
Poem : “Ananda Sovajatra”
Poet : Afroza Jesmine.
From: Bangladesh.
Primelore Published Date: 15, April,Tuesday,2025.

The day ;
Is the day of the 1st Boishak.
It is the best day of Bangladeshi culture,
We call the day is “Bangla Noboborso.”

Boisakh starts the 14th of April in each year ;
Cuckoo opens its mouth and sing night and day,
Cooo…Cooo…Cooo…Cooo…Listen how nice !
Bengali people celebrate each year 1st Boishak .

From Charukola institute of Dhaka University,
In the morning People start for Anand rally.
It is our “Ananda Sovajatra” .
Beautiful Culture of Bangladesh.

People sing the famous song
Eso He Boishakh,
Eso eso………Written by Rabindranath Tagore;
He achieved the Nobel prize

In the Park of Romna famous banyan tree,
We call Romna Botomul,
Bengali people go there and sing ;
The Song of Esohe Boishak eso….. eso….
We celebrate the Bengali culture of 1st Boishak 14th April in each Year.

Bangladeshi people always fond of
Panta Elish in 1st Boishak.
That means ;
Rice with water and hilsa fish fry is very delicious ;
all Bangaldeshi’s common food in 1st Boishak.
More people from other countries join to enjoy it with us.

Wearing red and white mixed colourful
Sarees and panjabi,
Bangladeshi people celebrate 1st Boishak .

Sweet meat, yogurt, flatten rice,
and bananas are fond of our people in 1st Boishak.
Boisakhi Mela is another example for celebrating the 1st Boishakh in Bangladesh.
Balloons, kites and toys are attracted to our little boys and girls,
Buying balloons, kites and toys (made with mud) little children enjoy more,

Hindu Muslim Buddist and Christians and our tribal all we are Bangladeshi,
We love our Bangladeshi culture 1st Boishak.
We all together celebrate our Bangladeshi fastible.
It is Bangladesh where we enjoy more.
We go to Boisakhi Mela and watch Bioscope
We also buy various necessary things from Boishakhi Mela and enjoy more.

In the village and town,
All businessmen start their Halkhata for business purposes.
It is Bangladesh where people celebrate the 1st Boishak.
It is really a very nice feelings for;
Boishakhi festival for all Bangladeshi people .

We are proud of our Bangladesh.
Happy New Year of Bangladesh 1432.
It brings up enough excitement and enjoyment for All.
Copyright @ Afroza Jesmine.

03.
Poem: “IN BETWEEN”
Poet: SANGEETA GUPTA .
From: India.
Primelore Published Date: 15, April,Tuesday,2025.

In between
my sleep
Slumber
Dream state
How do you manage
to be everywhere ….
My whole existence
burns slowly, very slowly
in an unknown, unspeakable desire to feel you deeply
in the core of my soul
I burn, I ache to merge myself
In each pore of you
Let me become you.
Copyright @ SANGEETA GUPTA

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04.
Poem: “Broken” Poet: EVA Petropoulou Lianou.
From: Greece
Primelore Published Date: 15, April,Tuesday,2025.

We are broken from previous years
We are broken and weak

Do not come with gifts and close mind
We cannot believe words
Because was never said

We are broken
With several wounds
We try to fix ourselves

Love
Is a word
That nobody understad same way
Love
Give
Protect
Understand
Respect
Heal
Rebirth
We are broken
Not ready to move
In this life
Don’t play with Human hearts
Copyright @ EVA Petropoulou Lianou.

05.
Poem: “Shining star of Greece”
Poet: Kang Byeong-Cheol.
From: Korea.
Primelore Published Date: 15, April,Tuesday,2025.

What makes people happy is people
I met a person who had a good mind
She did not recognize how bright she shined
I said to her,
“Hey friend,
You’re a shining jewel,
Sparkling diamond.”

Even though your eyes see your own appearance,
I see your shining inside, so precious.

Even though the stars are far away,
They shine in my chest.
Even though you are far away,
You shine brightly right in my heart.

True friendship,
It’s the most sublime love.
Once you said to me,
“Every love has different meanings.”
My highest love is friendship,
Dear friend,
You are the most precious,
Shining diamond.

You make me happy,
You give me warmth.
Copyright @ Kang Byeong-Cheol.

06.
poem: “A sail in lonely voyages”
Poet: Prof. Dr. Amb. Józef Tomoń.
From: Poland.
Primelore Published Date: 15, April,Tuesday,2025.

A white sail made of fog
passes the waves
sailing into the unknown
blown breezes

. on the sails of the wind
seeks a sip of sun
lost dreams
a gulp of fulfillment

, a lonely drop
in the tenderness of a wave
rocks the echo
of time ahead

, swims towards the sun
in tears of emotion
to the island of life
in the dunes of love
Copyright @ Prof. Dr. Amb. Józef Tomoń.

07.
Poem: “THE DISEASE INVECTIVE”
Poet: Ivan Pozzoni.
From: From: Italy.
Primelore Published Date: 15, April,Tuesday,2025.

To discover the causes of my dysenteric experience at every event,
they poured ink, a huge mistake, into the cannula of the gastroscope,
the medical pathologists, and diagnosed me with invective disease,
associated with literary reflux, surging down my oesophagus and oxidising my gums.

When, as a cynical dog with a collar, sniffing out the smell of bad morals or the stench of egopathy,
I can’t tolerate the other-worlder, a victim of excessive xenophobia,
I forget all forms of fair play, sink into the fog of the Berserker,
furious and black as a Zulu forced to put up with an Afrikaner,
speak Roma to Sinti, Sinti to Gypsy, Gypsy to Romanian, Romanian to Roma
and I can’t stop myself shouting Hitler Aleikhem Shalom.

If I don’t digest you, I’ll hear ‘hou, hou, hou’, like Leonidas at Thermopylae,
identifying the worms encircling me, hence the rise in my eosinophils,
I emit excessive hydrochloric acid and stop disinhibiting the proton pump
with the despair of Mazinger rejected by the bionic woman,
spitting hectolitres of cyanide in my face with the skill of Naja nigricollis
and it annoys me to be condemned to do anything.

To understand the ethos of my life in need of ataraxia,
the barbarian meets the citizen in the chôra of anti-‘poetry’,
all of you, no one excluded, will be forced to venture as a group
in the labyrinthine meanderings of my invective.
Copyright @ Ivan Pozzoni.

08.
Poem: “To My Departed Friend, Erqiao”
Poet: Ma Yongbo.
From: China.
Primelore Published Date: 15, April,Tuesday,2025.

Since you left for another place,
perhaps another planet,
the river has bent at an odd angle,
its murmuring now broken and halting.
Those who once listened to its voice
lie awake through the night,
restless as wrens.
The city, suddenly dense with people,
each one resembling you—
shoulders hunched,
carrying a soft italian leather bag
stuffed thick with your papers,
head lowered beneath oversized glasses,
moving swiftly, a little furtive.
If you saw this poem,
would you, as always,
no matter where you were,
say with that familiar warmth—
Yongbo ah?
Copyright @ Ma Yongbo.

09.
Poem: “I Am a Woman, The World Belongs to Me”
Poet: Saeeda Akhtar
From: Pakistan
Primelore Published Date: 15, April,Tuesday,2025.

I am the echo of ancient songs,
the voice that once whispered, now roars.
I am the mother of dreams,
the keeper of untold stories,
the fire that never fades.

The wind does not bend me,
nor does the storm undo my steps.
I walk through the world with a quiet strength,
lifting mountains with my will,
carving rivers with my hands.

I am the dawn breaking through the night,
the warmth that melts the coldest chains.
I do not ask for space—
I create it with every breath,
with every word that shapes tomorrow.

I carry the weight of generations,
yet I soar with the lightness of hope.
The world does not define me,
for I am the one who gives it meaning.

I am a woman—
and the world belongs to me.
Copyright @ Saeeda Akhtar.

10.
Poem: “The Journey of Life”
Poet: Til Kumari Sharma
From: Nepal
Primelore Published Date: 15, April,Tuesday,2025.

Amazing the life seems.
Having humanity is like jewel.
The happy Journey is beautiful.
The beautiful journey gives joy..
The life itself is a kind of journey.
The journey is very meaningful.
The journey is difficult but it is eternal.
We are taking joy to see this.
The beauty is here in life.
The journey to death is joyful that no one knowa fact.
Copyright @ Til Kumari Sharma.

11.
Poet: Ms. Im Sol Nae
From: Korea.
Poem: “Blue Butterfly”
Primelore Published Datebr: 15, April,Tuesday,2025.

“The sky and the earth are my coffin, and the sun, moon, and stars are my burial gifts”
Zhuangzi once said.
I envied him.
I envied the silkworm
that sheds its stiff cocoon of flesh
to become a butterfly of the soul.
I envied Kübler-Ross,
who cared for dying children,
carrying a plush caterpillar that, when flipped,
transformed into a butterfly,
a small miracle for her young patients.
But what moved me even more
was the final moment of her own funeral—
her children opening a small box before the coffin,
releasing butterflies into the air.
And when the mourners opened their envelopes,
blue butterflies fluttered out,
rising toward the sky.
Copyright @ Ms. Im Sol Nae .
What are we to do with such beauty?

12.
Poem: “THE MEANING OF LIFE”
Poet: Maid Čorbić.
From: Bosnia and Herzegovina.
Primelore Published Date: 15, April,Tuesday,2025.

Then when love finds a way
there is always a reason to smile
that shouldn’t be hidden
in the sky under the clouds
I was looking for just a little hope
but hope seems to have disappeared
because the world is no longer the same
since you’re gone
I’m still fighting to stay strong
in a time of survival and struggle
the meaning of life is what we don’t have
not what we have
I know that having you was great
until the day you disappeared
I still regret those days of ours
that don’t come back
I guess there is hope for me too
to stay happy somewhere far away
and if you remember me
I’ll be fine, I promise
Copyright @ Maid Čorbić.

13.
Poem: “Prophesy.”
Poet: Subash Singh Parajuli.
From: Nepal.
Primelore Published Date: 15, April,Tuesday,2025.

If somone asks me what else is found in someone’s absence :
I met with loneliness,
Sleepless nights struck in eyes
The trauma in heart is unbearable
Insomniac days haunted in minds
Fire of agony burns the body
And
Still I find promises of leaflets to trees at spring
Yet again,
I remember you in words at early dawn!!
Copyright @ Subash Singh Parajuli.

14.
Poem: “the essence of you”
Poet: Mary Garde.
From: Vancouver Island, Canada .
Primelore Published Date: 15, April,Tuesday,2025.

now I can leave this place for a time
I can bring the sweet smell of you
entangled in my mind
the ribbon that binds my hair
with your scent
shale only linger for awhile
then the longing for your presence
will begin again

the essence of your scent is sprinkled on my hair tie
it’s never far away from me
in quiet peaceful rhythms
just before I sleep
a gentle wisp of you
will bathe me off to easy slumber

at times when driving in my car
aroma therapy is what I need
I reach out somewhere by my side
to find that ribbon wrap
it brings you close inside of me
somehow a spiritualness enfolds me

it feels so sweet
it fills my space
it wraps me in a cloak of warmness
it heals the hollows of my soul
Copyright @ Mary Garde .

15.
Poem: “I WANT TO LIVE MORE”
Poet: Edna Salona- Labrador
From: Philippines
Primelore Published Date: 15, April,Tuesday,2025.

Many difficult times I encounter in this life
In this system of things Satan’s schemes are bad
But still I want to live and out of sickness survive
I pray that may Jehovah grant me the desire of my heart.

May God’s loving care engulf me with embrace
May God heal my sorrow treat me with His grace
I’m down and lonely with sickness I’m depressed
I wish I would live more,untimely death I will escape.

But if I would be laid to rest by my Creator
I will still laud Him and give my soul
I would wait for the time when He would call
To live again in Paradise I would be thankful.
Copyright @ Edna Salona – Labrador.

16.
Poem: “In the sea of ​​ice”
Poet: Priyanka Neogi.
From: India
Primelore Published Date: 15, April,Tuesday,2025.

All in the white seal in the sea of ​​ice, white
The white drowning becomes black.
The mind wants the ice to come to my lane,
In the white ice sheet in the evening of the lamp, in the white ice,
With the fire of the beloved by burning fire,
At the time of unknown, the gentle joy is mixed with,
Always absorbs the necessary joy,
On the lid of the white bed ice.

In the ice country of the ice to throw with ice,
Skating of here there rumford,
Mind with the cold of the cold with ice,
I also ice over the ice overnight.
Natural drugs of self -esteem turn around the country of ice,
Sadness goes away.
Copyright @ Priyanka Neogi.

17.
Poem: “Daffodils”
Poet: Gopal Sinha
From: India , Residente: Hongkong
Primelore Published Date: 15, April,Tuesday,2025.

At the end of winter,
And the spring about to enter,
A flower blooms, with all its beauty,
Bright yellow, a symbol of joy,
All white stands for purity,
With a pink corona in the middle,
Contrasting orange or yellow,
Is a nature’s riddle.

A symbol of rebirth,
Good fortune, joy and mirth,
Resilience, energy, creativity,
Hope, aphrodisiac, prosperity,
A national flower of Wales,
Let’s observe 25 August as Daffodil Day
And cancer-related charities.

As it symbolizes a new beginning,
Let’s forget our self-interests
And come forward to do something
To alleviate human sufferings.
Copyright @ Gopal Sinha.

18.
Poem: “Poinsettia”
Poet: HyeKyung Ahn.
From: Seoul Korea.
Primelore Published Date: 15, April,Tuesday,2025.

I wandered only along the edges of the field. The magpies showed no interest in the fallen rice stalks.
The north wind blew fiercely,
And the black dog barked savagely.
Nothing seemed to be a gift from God.
The poinsettia was nothing more than a dead Christmas tree.
Even when I stomped my feet, the magpies did not fly away.
The black dog barked even more furiously.
Discarded cabbage leaves in the field lifted their faces, green and defiant.
A desperate loneliness called out to me, making me stop in my tracks.
It did not call my name,
But it was surely a worthy attempt at calling me.
Perhaps even the cabbage leaves, at God’s feet, cry out in loneliness.
I wanted to listen to their plea.
The magpies, the black dog—anything that wishes to try,
Should keep trying until the end of their days.
If the sunlight grows warm, even for a moment,
The plum tree will inevitably open its eyes.
The heron, though it tucks its neck and crouches low,
Will only hear my claim as a faint whisper against its delicate wings.
The poinsettia, shivering in front of the greenhouse,
Will now forget God.
Copyright @ HyeKyung Ahn.

19.
Poem: “Shoes”
Poet: Asif Altaf.
From: Khulna, Bangladesh
Primelore Published Date: 15, April,Tuesday,2025.

Shoes, beautiful on the feet.
Seeing new ones, everyone asks the price.
Some even praise, saying — “Wow!
Where did you buy such beautiful shoes, friend? What’s the price?”
What’s the price of shoes for the feet?
From a thousand to a lakh — within this range they can be found,
So many stylish shoes.
Are you short? No problem.
For you, there are high heels.
Are you tall? No tension. There are slippers.
Receiving love,
Lakh-taka shoes in lakh-taka showcases
Become arrogant.
Yet, the shoe doesn’t know — no matter how much splendor it has,
No matter how much people love it,
Shoes for the feet, no one keeps them on their head.
Copyright @ Asif Altaf.

20.
Poem: “He Wants You to Win”
Poet: Lisa Christian
From: United States.
Primelore Published Date: 15, April,Tuesday,2025.

When will it be my turn to win?
Is this a punishment for my sin?
Does God punish us for what we did?
Even the stuff we did as a kid…
Why hasn’t my breakthrough happened, what did I do?
Please God HELP ME, I’m begging you.
All of the things I keep doing wrong…
I feel the conviction right through the song.
I wanna do better, help me do the right thing
I wanna be able to worship and sing If you feel this poem speaking to your soul,
If changing your life has become your goal…
Just send me a message, I can show you where to start
Just pray to God, let Him in your heart.
God isn’t punishing you for your sin
I believe 100, He wants you to win.
You are His child, He wants what is best,
He wants you to have peace, He wants you to rest.
Don’t feel ashamed or embarrassed at all,
we all make mistakes, we stumble and fall.
When that happens now you know
You know what to do, you know where to go
Keep in mind he will always be near
you don’t need to hide, you have nothing to fear.
When you feel like your drowning and can hardly breathe
God will help, you just gotta believe
He is here and here to stay
So don’t forget to thank him tonight when you pray.
Copyright @ Lisa Christian.

21.
Poem: “In the Depths of My Being (I,ME, MYSELF)”
Poet: Dominique Erecilla Albano
From: Philippines
Primelore Published Date: 15, April,Tuesday,2025.

A gentle murmur stirs within me,
A world that unfolds slowly.
I am the observer, a silent witness,
A collector of moments, both fleeting and profound.

My heart beats with a quiet intensity,
Emotions shifting like the tides.
I absorb the whispers of the past,
And the uncertainty of what’s to come.

My thoughts are a labyrinth, complex and winding,
Reflections that surface and submerge.
I navigate the twists and turns,
Seeking to understand my own soul.

I am the creator, the storyteller,
Weaving tales of love, loss, and transformation.
My spirit is a flame, flickering with doubt,
Yet burning bright with a desire to explore.

In the vast expanse of existence,
I am a small but vital part of the whole.
Connected to all, yet uniquely my own,
A life unfolding, moment by moment.
Copyright @ Dominique Erecilla Albano.

22.
Poem: “Trip to Bali”
Poet: soma mukherjee
From: India.
Primelore Published Date: 15, April,Tuesday,2025.

It’s important to try
Wishes to fulfilled before one dies.
Years of living for others
It’s time to fly
Say hi to the world,
Like an elegant white swan
Not only born to dance
I am born to feel, love or romance
Time to fulfil my dreams
Time to grow my horizon.
Time to grow,
Time to heal,
Time to cheer,
Time for thrill.
Time to visit…
So Bali here I come tomorrow
So watch out.
A beautiful dame from a beautiful land
Will visit your dreamland.
Copyright @ Soma Mukherjee.

23.
Poem: “Be a child…”
From: Luton UK.
Poet: Amb Dr Tomasz Laczek.
Primelore Published Date: 15, April,Tuesday,2025.

Be a child…
I look at
Facial glow
A small child
My mind
My thoughts were awakened
They come to mind
Look at the
That little face
Not yet
Infected is
Lie
He doesn’t know yet
What is it
Greed greed
What is it
Callousness, egoism
It is not contaminated
The abyss of this Earth
Human bad reflexes
It’s clean
Like a diamond
Like snow-white
Fresh snow
It has the warmth of the sun
Pure love
So delicate
So innocent
And defenseless
It is surrounded by
Special care
So I ask
If we
Surrounded
Such care
That is why
We adults
We cannot
Take special care
Those who
This is the most
Need
Why in advance
We judge others
Instead of
Extend a helping hand
To those who
They cannot
Protect yourself
Nor defend
Before the world of evil
After all, they
They are similar to these
Of the little defenseless
Children
But we
We prefer to avoid
Deride
Consider yourself
For better
They are and will be
People
Worldwide
Who will be
They had the mind of a child
Lifelong
And without
Special care
They won’t be able to cope
In the jungle of people
And the stagnation of evil
Who surrounds us too
But we
Instead of opposing
To this evil
We follow him
Obediently
No
No Cleanliness
Our souls and hearts
We will always lose
Therefore
We must have
Baby Cleanliness
His joy
From everyday life
Enjoy
Out of beauty That surrounds us
Thanking the Creator
For everything
What does it do for us
He surrounded
Only like this
There will be a
A radical change
All of us
Our hearts
And deep spirituality
All this
So that we can
Help those
Who really
This help
They need the most
Copyright @ Amb Dr Tomasz Laczek .

24.
Poet: Debabrata Maji
Title: Melody Night
Pen: Dr. Debabrata Maji
Country: India
Primelore Published Date: 15, April,Tuesday,2025.

The thrilling dark night
Everywhere is quite silent.
Suddenly strom arises
Mild sound of windows.
Just like someone knock
Similar rhythm as in Mock.
Light rain across blowing
East to West in angling.
Seventy five degree angle
Also thirty five degrees else.
Tropical sound of music
The heart vibrated panic.
Tin shed house dancing
Water droplet like curing.
Fall on a piece of plastic
Like night melody music.
Copyright @ Debabrata Maji.

25.
Poem: “ARIA”
Poet: Antonis Filippeos.
From: Athens Greece.
Primelore Published Date: 15, April,Tuesday,2025.

As your query eyes stare at me,
I am trying to tell you so much…
But when this greenish grey painting
full of child drawing
possesses my existence
and tries to jolt it,
like the strong hurricane
that razes everything
at its passage,
I am thinking of betraying you,
wallow in the maelstrom,
without caring
what my feelings will become.
But even if you find it,
There will be nothing left
to hide any more…
Copyright @ Antonis Filippeos.

26.
Poem : “Once I lit Cigar, by mistake, silhoutte makes your face.(An English sonnet)”
Poet : Prabir Kumar Rath.
From : India near Kolkata.
Primelore Published Date: 15, April,Tuesday,2025.

Pure smoke, makes obscure,
Dark can absorb them.
In darkness, smoke fills,
Thy presence. smoke I know not,
what sense, art thee hath?
I love no dark, I need light,

I can feel only,
I have no blind eyes.
I can show you my shadow
Reflects in dark, when smoke
Arose,far from behind, a maiden’s cry is heard.

It is pure smoke cannot hide
My dark sight.
makes me upside down.
Copyright @ Prabir Kumar Rath.

27.
Poem: “Farmer”
Poet : SHEKAR T B.
From: India.

Primelore Published Date: 15, April,Tuesday,2025.

Farmer
Holding the plow,
Hitting the plow with a stick,
sweating the plow,
knowing that the poor are hungry, growing food for the hungry.
Give water and plow,
give food to the people,
give clothes to the hungry needy people
and join the hands of poor

The body of the farmer is
Faced flood and drought
Turning his back on the fall in prices Hands on the rain of the worn-out life Dreams seen are scattered.
‌‌‌ Faith is the only hope
The desire to keep the
children in the manger beautiful
The desire to raise cows
and calves and have fun
The desire that never ends
is the hope that never ends.
Copyright @ Tatanahalli.B.Shekhara.

28.
Poem : “THE HOPE”
Poet: Shaip Zeqir Zeqiri
From: Albania.
Primelore Published Date: 15, April,Tuesday,2025.

From today we have e great hope,
to be strong the continent Europe.
To have equality permanant,
with reciproke friendship but inependent.
People need health, security sa as any safe job
and nobody wants wars and any strange dictatur,
just peace and human’s rights,
not anymore just propaganda lefts and rights.
We need to look streightahead,
not just to dream as sleeping on the bed!
Copyright @ Shaip Zeqir Zeqiri

29.
Poem: “BE PURE”
Poet:Irena Jovanović, Zaječar,
From: Serbia
Primelore Published Date: 15, April,Tuesday,2025.

Be pure
like crystal
of snowflake, like waters
my soul
be pure
just reject all the rest
and stay in blissful clarity
never ever go back
never ever fall down
surrendered to divinity
for sure, forever
enter your sincere wisdom
stick to your true origin
essential, confidential
God-like small sample
be pure, like flame in eternal fire
like a white feather
in the fluffy white clouds
high and light
utterly elevated
up and untouchable
stay there
and reflect light
small diamond, soul of love
God’s child, His beloved
sparkle in His garden
and adorn the roses of His heart
like a translucent dew drop
on the top of the petal
just shine and glitter
and never stop
be pure, like rains and waterfalls
of His own love
and merge into His oceans
oceans of His heart
be pure, be pure
like what, like what
like a transcendental jewel of eternity
be pure
diamond mandala
of my true Self
Copyright @ Irena Jovanović, Zaječar.

30.
Poem: “UPON HIS DEPARTURE”
Poet : Flocerpida S. Villaruel.
From: Philippines
Primelore Published Date: 15, April,Tuesday,2025.

My tears kept on falling, I couldn’t restrain
As I watched upon her coffin , I felt the pain
I could not bear to look at him again
He’s now lying in peace, his life’s final stain.

When he was alive, his joy filled the air
No trace of sadness, not even despair
Laughter can be heard loud from everywhere
Full of happiness, our days together.

Then one day he spoke, a truth so unkind
The tears in his eyes began to unwind
He said he’d ill- I was shocked to find
His body became weak, later I found.

The doctors had found a sickness so rare
One that could not be treated with care
Upon hearing this, he whispered a prayer
Asking for more time, few years to spare.

Until the moment a deadline was set
He cried in pain, in sorrow and sweat
His lips turned dark, his body was wet
Blindness then came– his eyes closed , unmet.

Many were saddened the day he had gone
The grief he had left still lingers upon
But his memory shines, still in our minds
He made us happy until life was done.
Copyright @ Flocerpida S. Villaruel

31.
Poem: “Mother, My Heaven on Earth”
Poet:S.M.Sajedur Rahman (Ashru)
From: UAE.
Primelore Published Date: 15, April,Tuesday,2025.

My mother’s smile is morning light,
That fills my soul with calm and bright.
Her gentle hands, her caring face,
Are blessings wrapped in love and grace.

She bore the pain with silent tear,
Yet held me close and drew me near.
Her lullabies were songs so deep,
That rocked my heart and sang me sleep.

When storms would rage and roads were wild,
She stood beside her trembling child.
Her voice, a shield from every harm,
Her prayer, a never-failing charm.

She taught me truth and how to pray,
To walk with light and not to stray.
Her eyes would speak a thousand lines,
Of dreams and stars and secret signs.

She gave me strength when I was weak,
With just her look, she did not speak.
The warmth she gave, no sun can give,
She showed me how to love and live.

No palace grand, no kingly seat,
Can match the place beneath her feet.
For there lies Heaven, pure and wide,
Where love and mercy still abide.

O Lord above, I make one plea,
Be kind to her, as she’s to me.
If paradise on Earth I find,
It lives in her—so pure, so kind.
Copyright @ S.M.Sajedur Rahman (Ashru)

32.
Poem: “Wish I Knew”
Poet: LJ Bechtel .
From: Melbourne, FL USA.
Primelore Published Date: 15, April,Tuesday,2025.

I wish I knew what you were looking for,
When you wandered past my fragile door.
Your shadow lingered, your gaze unsure,
Yet your silence spoke of something pure.

Had I known the depths you’d seek,
The hidden truths, the hearts you’d break,
I might have shielded what you’d find,
The shattered pieces you left behind.

You searched for gold in barren ground,
For whispers where no voice was found.
And still, I stayed, a silent plea,
Hoping you’d find your way to me.

But what you sought, I could not give,
A love that burns, a life to live.
You turned away, your treasure none,
And I was left, undone, undone.

If only I knew what you longed to see,
The light you chased, the dream you’d be.
Perhaps I’d have learned to let you go,
Before the ache had time to grow.

Now here I stand, with an empty chest,
A heart that gave, a soul suppressed.
I wish I knew, I might have tried,
But now I know—I’ll never suffice.
Copyright @ LJ Bechtel.

33.
Poem: “Day 12- Veil”
Poet: Abeera Mirza.
From:Pakistan
Primelore Published Date: 15, April,Tuesday,2025.

Culturally we were accustomed to many veil tie
Mangalsutra for married lady ,a bindi to protect from evil eye
Anklet to control temper, veil to cover skin, culture from golden age
With passing time, modernity treated these veils as a tedious cage
Veil symbolised a protective layer and to strengthen dignity
As the veil slipped out of control , one is open to vulnerability
Within one the struggle piles
The outer world has a mask of smiles
Both the inner and outer shield of the veil has to be made strong
Manifestation for day 12 is to never walk the path wrong
The essence of the veil is to have strong values and if given a choice
Will choose the one that keeps me in veil and wise !!!
Copyright @ Abeera Mirza

34.
Poem: “Broken Door”
Poet: Helen Pletts
From: United Kingdom.
Primelore Published Date: 15, April,Tuesday,2025.

Afterwards, we almost forgot how it started.
Only the blood on the glass oozed the painful moments.
Hold his arm, you said to me. I held what was left of it,
as his fist pierced the glass which sunk into the flesh like crystals;
haphazard, jagged edges, that wouldn‘t give up the limb.

We sat down in the fragments on either sides of the door,
his spent fury and the wreckage between us, unable to free him.
All three of us hating his bully of a father,
holding onto the flesh and blood, while some silent hope about helping
was drowned out by the oncoming sirens.
Copyright @ Helen Pletts

35.
Poem: “Thief Na Thief, But…”
(A Sarcastic Salute to Authority Stealing)
Poet: Emmanuel Adegbite
From Osun state, Nigeria.
Primelore Published Date: 15, April,Tuesday,2025.

Thief na thief, but e get level.
If you steal plantain, dem go pluck your future.
But if you steal oil block?
Dem go give you chieftaincy and honorary doctorate.

You go hear:
“Distinguished thief of the Federal Republic…”
Sorry, “Distinguished leader,” my mouth slip.
Because for this side, we no call am stealing
We call it allocation.

Small boy thief dey run through back door,
Big man thief dey drive convoy with escort.
One hide face inside gutter,
The other wave hand like say na Independence Day.

One thief dey sell kidney for survival,
The other dey fly private jet go Geneva
To collect award for “transparency in governance.”
Yes now, who no like better lie?

Dem go flog carpenter wey borrow plank,
But hail minister wey build invisible bridge
With ₦200 billion that vanished like rapture.
We sef clap! “Oga well done oh!”

EFCC go pursue Yahoo boy for 30k,
But salute Senator with mansion in Dubai.
“Investigation is ongoing,” dem go say.
E go dey ongoing until Jesus return.

Thief wey wear slippers na criminal,
But thief wey wear agbada na ‘Your Excellency.’
Na why Fela shout tire
Say authority stealing na the real armed robbery.

But who go arrest the arresters?
Who go judge the judges?
When the courtroom na VIP lounge
And justice na guest wey no dey show face.

So make you shine eye:
If you wan thief, thief big.
Small thief dey inside cell,
Big thief dey inside Senate.
Copyright @ Emmanuel Adegbite

36.
Poem: “Today’s Baishakh “
Poet: Md. Sohel Dukhai.
From : Bangladesh.
Primelore Published Date: 15, April,Tuesday,2025.

In this Baishakh of Azika,
the water rises day by day
and the view of the river
is captivating.
In this Baishakh of Azika,
the branches of the leaves
are filled with nature,
and the bunches of vines rise.
In this Baishakh of Azika,
nature,
in fruits and flowers,
as if
coming in its familiar form
and wandering around to collect honey.
Today’s Baishakh will be celebrated by us,
even after a thousand years,
on some day today.
Copyright @ Md. Sohel Dukhai.

37.
Poem: “I call you ‘Beotnamu(Friend Tree)’”
Poet: Ms. Yang Geum-Hee
From : Korea.
Primelore Published Date: 15, April,Tuesday,2025.

You are the tree of memories
When I was a spring maiden
I called your name for the first time
You, who always smiled at me even when I called ‘Cherry Blossom’ a ‘Friend Tree’,
Spring sways among the haze
The day I had no friends and no place to go
I walked into the shade of the flowers you spread out
Through the scenery of scattering flower rain
A child who spreads his hands and receives a rain of flowers,
A person who spreads his easel and draws spring,
A person playing guitar without an audience,
An old woman spreading spring greens on newspaper,
A person leaning on a bench and waiting for someone
When you scatter flower petals,
How beautiful are the landscapes that permeate each other
The people in the landscape that you became friends with
Like the fluttering cherry blossom petals, they will all leave someday.
Copyright @ Ms. Yang Geum-Hee

38.
Poem: :THE WOMAN AND THE PLATFORM”
Poet: Shyam Poemist Matherjee.
From: India.
Primelore Published Date: 15, April,Tuesday,2025.

Busy platform, passengers were waiting and
Watching the wristwatch again and again –
When the train will come, so that to reach ;
Each one’s destination in proper time.
Lots of work to do there today –
But strangely, she had no hurry, no restlessness –
Sitting in a corner in a relaxed mood with,
Two children and eating something !
I discovered the menu they are eating :
Some rice, one cup curry and a boiled egg.
Considering as a trespasser and looking –
Straight at my eyes, she smiles gently.
To me that smile converted into –
A simple and big question to me,
“Where is my father, husband and lover?”
From that very moment my brain was puzzled,
To find the right answer and one day –
I must find out a perfect answer for hers ,
It’s my faith, hope and commitment .
Copyright @ Shyam Poemist Matherjee.

39.
Poem: “PLANT THAT BRAZILWOOD TREE TODAY!”
Poet: Mazi Chiemela Chinenye Onyenkwere PhD.
From: Abuja, Nigeria.
Primelore Published Date: 15, April,Tuesday,2025.

We are naturally beautiful like the Brazilian Pau tree,
The pride of the American southern Atlantic forests;
Our characteristic being comes from the subconscious,
Like the Pau’s characteristic colour that comes from the iron oxides;
That it extracts turning it into an incorruptible wood.
The tree was highly sought after by the navies and sailors,
In those lands for their ships damaged by the joke, Teredo, a marine worm;
Our mutated being comes from the unconscious,
Like the Pau’s overuse that comes from greed and poaching;
Thus, we have practically driven incorruptibility to extinction.
Though, being one of the hardest and densest woods in the world,
Except these two, God and the superconscious that surpass it;
Our recoverable uncorruptible being comes from the conscious,
Like the Pau’s colour when cut, that it is close to fuchsia;
But with oxidation, turns dark brown over time.
Copyright @ Mazi Chiemela Chinenye Onyenkwere PhD.

40.
Poem: “The Holes” 洞
Poet: Chen Hisu–chen陳秀珍
From: Taiwan.
Primelore Published Date: 15, April,Tuesday,2025.

The woolen sweater you presented to me
was suffered by moth,
the thin blanket you presented to me
was twisted to damage by washing machine.

Only pure wool be suffered by moth
and only the soft heart be broken,
at specific moment only
we can discover others
also have their fragile hearts.

This world that we expect everything smooth
has various recesses and holes everywhere.
I keep the clothes and quilt with holes
a world with holes on the patches.
（Translated by Lee Kuei–shien）
Copyright @ Chen Hisu–chen陳秀珍

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