Friends! This is 22nd Publications of Primelore Writer’s Heaven.

Friends! This is the 22nd poem Publications of Primelore Writer’s Heaven.New Poets are Joined.
Hello Poets! Look The 22nd-online publications-of Primelore Writer’s Heaven. More new poets are participated in this publications.All new poets are welcome
At first , we are showing some Short Bio of our new Authors from global:

(a): Bio: “HyeKyung Ahn” was born Seoul Korea in 1954.Published poetry book; ‘Exploration of the left’ ‘The rain lives’
‘The Floating chair“ etc.

(b): Bio: “Rajmonda Qose Shkopi” was born in the city of Kuçova. She completed her higher studies in Albanian Language and Literature at “Aleksandër Xhuvani” Elbasan University. She defended the languages: English, French and Italian at the Faculty of Languages. She has been working as a teacher for 23 years in the city of Berat. .Poetry has accompanied her throughout her life’s journey. She has been appreciated not only in competitions, but also in the newspapers of that time such as: “Voice of Youth”, “Drita”. Her poems have been published in newspapers and literary magazines such as: newspaper “Destinacion”, newspaper “Ciceroni”, newspaper “Nacional”, “News Albania” newspaper, “Dritare” newspaper, “Cendra Press” newspaper, “Mirdita” magazine, “Dardania” magazine, “Natural Albania” magazine, “Fjala” magazine, “ILLZ” magazine, “Nositi” magazine, “Obelisk” magazine, “Dituria” magazine, “Orfeu” magazine, “Ars Albanica” magazine, “OPA” newspaper in USA, “Women’s Inspiring Literature” international magazine “magazine” GLITTERATI” USA magazine “Prodogy Magazine”, USA etc. She is a co-author with her poems in the “Kuçova-Unicef” literary anthology, the “Free Poets” anthology, “I want to speak with flowers”, the “Poetry knows no bounds” anthology, the “Independence Hour” anthology “, the Anthology “Boras Poetic Table 2023” in Sweden, the World Anthology “OPA Anthology of Poetry 2023”, the Anthology “Nationwide Albanian Poets”, the Anthology of Albanian Poets “Female Breathing”, the Anthology “World Poetry Yearbook 2022” (Bilingual: English & Chinese) in China, etc… She won the third prize in Klinë-Kosovo in the literary competition “Ora e Tahir Deskut”, the second prize in Kuçovo in the competition “For you noble Kuçovo”, she won the second prize in the National Festival of The poem “Buddhist Poetic Muse” Mat, the first prize in the Poetic Manifestation”Dr. Ibrahim Rugova”, in Istog, Kosovo, the Second Prize in the International Poetry Competition in Malishevë and has participated in many poetry competitions, being awarded certificates of appreciation and thanks. She has been invited to radio and television shows. She has published three books of poems “Don’t give up!” and “We forget to kiss the dew”, “The Apocalypse of the Leaf “.

(c): Bio: Poetess Dr. Nahyun Kim is a poet and essayist who made her debut in poetry and essay writing in the literary magazine ‘Munyesajo’ in 2018. Presently, she serves as the vice president of the editorial board of the literary magazine ‘Munyesajo’ and is also a member of the Ieodo Literature Association. She holds a Master’s degree in Oriental Philosophy from the International Brain Education Graduate University.
Hi Friends ! Primelore Writer’s Heaven is very glad to recive more new delightful Poems from the new Poets for our global readers.

WOW ! our 22nd publications is more Incridible then others,Primelore thanks all the honourable poets from the world who send us more and more beautiful poems to publishe in our platform Primelore Writer’s Heaven.
We believe our global readers will enjoy to read all poems and always stay with primelore.
Hi Friends ! This is the 22nd Publications of Primelore Writer’s Heaven.
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This is Our 22nd Publications of Primelore Writer’s Heaven we got 27 poems from global.We are very happy and thanks to our poets whose are sent their poems and stay with Primelore Writer’s Heaven. Our Poets List is given below :

01.
Poem: “Tytuł wiersza – W ostatniej esencji czasu”
Poet: Prof. Dr Amb. Józef Tomoń
02.
Poem : “My love”
Poet : Afroza Jesmine.
03.
Poem: “Berber Old Man”
Poet: Dr. Kang, Byeong-Cheol
04
Poem: “Peach Blossom Garden in Dreams”
Poet: Kim Nam-Kwon
05.
Poem: “A Call for Change (Racism)”
Poet: Abeera Mirza.
06.
Poem: “Tomorrow, Again”
Poet: Hye Kyung Ahn.
07.
Poem: “Wings of fire”
Poet: Soma Mukherjee .
08.
Birdsong Delivery
Poet: Dr. Lee, Hye Seon.
09.
Poem: “Unfaded Memories”
Poet: Dominique Albano.
10.
Poem: “Halt station”
Poet: Mr. Lee Hee Kuk.
11.
Poem: “In the morning”
Poet: Helen Pletts
12.
Poem: “Broken Calabash”
Poet: Emmanuel Adegbite
13.
Poem: “FREE THE SPIRIT”
Author : Rajmonda Qose Shkopi
14.
Poem: “Free humanity”
Poet: Amb Dr Tomasz Laczek .
15.
Poem: “THE NEED OF THE TIME.. COURAGE”
Poet: Edna Salona- Labrador.
16.
Poem: “Senryu” Poet: Barbara Anna Gaiardoni.
17.
Poem: “Umbrella Sharing with the World”
Poet: Dr. Nahyun Kim
18.
Poem: “I’m going to the book fair”
Poet: Md. Sohel Dukhai .
19.
Poem: “Bengali Pride”
Poet: S.M.Sajedur Rahman(Ashru)
20.
Poem: “Love is abstract”
Poet: Sangeeta Gupta .
21.
Poem: “S O N N E T a pure poetry”
Poet: Prabir Kumar Rath.
22.
Poem: “DEMOLITION”
Poet: Shyama Prasad Mukherjee.
23.
Poem: “Little Prayers” (after danez smith)
Poet: Mayen Demas MK.
24.
Poem: “Distance”
Poet: Asif Altaf
25.
Poem: “So-called Hope”
Poet: Ma Yongbo.
26.
Poem: “Happy Account”
Poet: Ms. Yang Geum-Hee.
27.
Poem: “FIRST CHAPATTI IS MINE”
Poet: MUHAMMAD ADNAN GUJJAR.

In this session we got 27 poems and thanks all poets. Please readers now read and enjoy with all poems bellow. Stay with Primelore Writer’s Heaven.Send us your poem.

01.
Poem: “Tytuł wiersza – W ostatniej esencji czasu”
Poet: Prof. Dr Amb. Józef Tomoń
From: Polska, Poland.
Primelore Published Date: 25, February,Tuesday,2025.

. Czuję co znaczy ulga
gdy z tęsknoty
odchodzi pamięć

, słyszę jak fala na wargach
cichnie
kiedy poczuje trwogę

, w modlitwie niedokończonej
nad przemakalnym
niebem

, gdzie umierają w kamerze
świateł
ostatnie blaski
. Copyright@ Prof. Dr Amb. Józef Tomoń .

02.
Poem : “My love”
Poet : Afroza Jesmine.
From: Bangladesh.
Primelore Published Date: 25, February,Tuesday,2025.

I wrote some Names,
They are in my heart,
Rofiq Salam, Jabbar and Barkot.
They all have lost their smiles,
They gave us a language;
For the nation of Bangladesh.

I am proud of my mother tongue Bengali ,
I speak with my kith & kin through my language,

Speaking with bengali ;
I can describe my feelings ,
My affections, my dreams ,
I respect my language
For speaking morning and evening.

Bengali is my sweetest language.
February 21 is my proudest date ,
We respect our language-fighter ,
We celebrate Falgun eight ,

We go to Sahid minar,
To show our respect,
We pray for our martyrs ,
We remember them all hours.

21st February is now ;
Celebrates as International Mother’s language Day.
It’s only for
Our respected persons,
Rafiq, Salam, Jobbar and Barkot.

At the same time we have lost;
Many anonymous participant in 1952 .
They are also in our heart,
It’s the only for the language Bengali,
For those; who participated for language fight.

Such a sentence who ever heard ;
Who ever heard of such a fighting for language,
Who ever heard such a success!

Only our golden sons fought for our mother language ,
Only Bengali language fighter fighted.
To speak with Bengali,
It is our right .

We are proude of our
Language fighter,
We got a heart touching song ;
Written by ‘Abdul Gaffar Choudhury’ ;

“Amar Bhaiyer Rokte Rangano ,
21st February…..
Ami ki Vulite Pari !” (Written for 21st February).
Copyright @ Afroza Jesmine.

03.
Poem: “Berber Old Man”
Poet: Dr. Kang, Byeong-Cheol
From: Korea.
Primelore Published Date: 25, February,Tuesday,2025.

Before me, an old man suddenly appeared
In a valley of Morocco
He wrapped a blue turban around my head
Like an old friend

As I wore the blue turban
I became a Berber
I pondered,
What does this blue symbolize?
The old man smiled at me!

The blue turban is a symbol like a spell that opens my soul
My burning lips felt as if they had drunk the elixir of love
Like the wind blowing through the leaves
My honey-like curiosity flew towards the Berber!
Like an arrow
Copyright @ Dr. Kang, Byeong-Cheol

04
Poem: “Peach Blossom Garden in Dreams”
Poet: Kim Nam-Kwon
From: Korea.
Primelore Published Date: 25, February,Tuesday,2025.

It seems like two hundred years have passed
On the porch of a Han-ok,
a girl about 10 years old is sitting with braid hair
A blue wind blows in the bamboo forest
Carrying the sound of the river flowing across the fields,
Birds sit on the branches of a persimmon tree and look at the child
Sitting alone in an empty house with no one around
pick the wind
pick the sun
The girl who chose the sound
She bites the pattern of the sky and smiles broadly
Aha, the stars can rise even in broad daylight
You can bite a flower and become a star
For two hundred years
Living in an empty house with steady breathing
For a single flower
Why am I out of breath
Copyright @ Kim Nam-Kwon.

05.
Poem: “A Call for Change (Racism)”
Poet: Abeera Mirza.
From: Pakistan.
Primelore Published Date: 25, February,Tuesday,2025.

Racism is a poison that spreads hate,
Creating a deadly fate.

Raising voices against injustice is a gain.
A collective choice could cure the pain.

Our heritage is our pride,
Not a prejudice to hide.

We have battled for our freedom fights,
Accomplishing our rights.

Our minds are clear and fair,
We have our race to care.

Let’s be together for unity,
Let’s be honest with clarity.
Copyright @ Abeera Mirza.

06.
Poem: “Tomorrow, Again”
Poet: Hye Kyung Ahn.
From: Seoul Korea.
Primelore Published Date: 25, February,Tuesday,2025.

Day by day, I gathered my pain, and it became a great ball of thread.
I wove it strand by strand, and it became a flag.
I hung it in the night sky, and it fluttered all through the night.
At dawn, it flew westward with the stars.
I, instead, stomped my feet in regret.
Once again, I picked up the fallen leaves, one by one.
Copyright @ Hye Kyung Ahn.

07.
Poem: “Wings of fire”
Poet: Soma Mukherjee .
From: Bangalore, India .
Primelore Published Date: 25, February,Tuesday,2025.

Translucent,colorful wings
Wings of desire.
I am a beautiful butterfly
Watch me flutter by.
I have seen pain and death,
I am born out of fire.
I have gone through transformation,
I had my manifestations.
I could transform myself from
Ugly caterpillar to a butterfly.
I can metamorphosis
Go through pain and still feel bliss.
I am a butterfly
I bring you angels blessings.
My life is short
But it’s worth
A poem of life gone. by.
Copyright @ Soma Mukherjee.

08.
Poem: “Birdsong Delivery”
Poet: Dr. Lee, Hye Seon.
From: Korea
Primelore Published Date: 25, February,Tuesday,2025.

A junior colleague from Gurye sent a package.
“I couldn’t even pick the cherries, plums, and butterbur stems inside the fence.
The beans burst from their pods in the field, and we only harvested the sweet potatoes from two rows after the first frost.
A few persimmons were left as magpie feed,
chestnuts became food for the mice, and the jujubes and cornelian cherries were taken by the birds.
That’s why my vegetable garden is always filled with the sound of chirping birds. “

Inside the box was a frost-bitten yellow pumpkin and some jujubes.
A dozen sweet potatoes and bright orange persimmons seemed to carry the vegetable garden
and persimmon tree with them. Amid her hurried footsteps, next spring’s cornelian cherries flowers were hastily opening the pale-yellow sky.
From the empty box, the clear sound of bird chirping bubbled out, followed by Jirisan Mountain stepping out in large strides.

09.
Poem: “Unfaded Memories”
Poet: Dominique Albano.
From: Phlipine.
Primelore Published Date: 25, February,Tuesday,2025.

In the depths of my mind, a treasure lies
Memories of joy, of laughter, of tears that dried
Unfaded and vivid, like a sunset in the sky
A bittersweet reminder, of moments that went by

Time may weather the pages, of this book of my past
But the memories within, will forever, forever last
Like a rose that’s pressed, between the pages of time
Unfaded and fragrant, a sweet reminder of love’s rhyme

In dreams, I relive, those moments so dear
Unfaded memories, that bring both joy and tears
A nostalgic longing, for moments that can’t be regained
Yet, in my heart, they remain, an unfaded refrain

So let the seasons pass, and the years go by
For in my heart, these memories, will never die
Unfaded and eternal, a treasure to behold
A reminder of love, that never grows old.

Copyright @ Dominique Albano.

10.
Poem: “Halt station”
Poet: Mr. Lee Hee Kuk.
From: Korea.
Primelore Published Date: 25, February,Tuesday,2025.

Several layers of silence lie like railroad sleeper tie
This place
Time which does not look back
There is only a disappearing direction to look at for a long time

When the railroad track bent into a corner,
the corner of the sky is torn apart,
the space is wet
Season of deafness,
time is deaf
The expression of spring that has come back from a long way,
yellow on the railroad

At what point did the folded heart transfer?
Those who left never returned
Azaleas from the back mountain wave their red hands
Another person passes by at the halt station of memories

There is a wrinkled time that do not straighten out.
Copyright @ Mr. Lee Hee Kuk.

11.
Poem: “In the morning”
Poet: Helen Pletts
From: United Kingdom.
Primelore Published Date: 25, February,Tuesday,2025.

In the morning,
i taste your funeral.

Even the radiators’ anthem
appears unchanged.

(Theirs the only music
until the first psalm).

Downstairs,
someone grapples
the compartments of breakfast cutlery;
we fall between the forks.

In the moments prior to your departure
the dark coats fold on us;

a clouded navy blue,
a sentried black.

And all the dawns
come rushing
through the milk spout
on the cereal.
Copyright @ Helen Pletts.

12.
Poem: “Broken Calabash”
Poet: Emmanuel Adegbite
From: Osun state, Nigeria.
Primelore Published Date: 25, February,Tuesday,2025.

The night stretches long in the land of drums,
where kings sit high, yet justice slumbers.
They promise light, they promise rain,
but the earth is cracked, the rivers drained.

A pledge is made, a pledge forgotten
like a calabash shattered before the feast.
The palm wine flows for the chosen few,
while the rest drink silence, bitter and deep.

The city groans, the village weeps,
hunger thickens in the children’s sleep.
The farmer waits, the trader pleads,
but taxes rise like choking weeds.

The judges speak in measured tones,
their hands weighed down by unseen stones.
The gavel falls, not for the people,
but to guard the throne of power’s keep.

Lagos roars, Kano burns,
Ibadan sighs, Enugu turns.
The talking drum beats, the voices swell,
but power deafens to their spell.

Still, the old ones whisper low,
“The land is strong, the roots still hold.”
Storms may shake the tallest tree,
but truth will sprout from broken soil.

So we march, not for crowns of gold,
but for the weight of stories told.
For justice sleeps, but does not die
one day, she’ll wake and light the sky..
Copyright @ Emmanuel Adegbite.

13.
Poem: “FREE THE SPIRIT”
Author : Rajmonda Qose Shkopi
From: Albania.
Don’t brag, man!
And don’t turn pride into God,
becoming his slave
Lower your eyes…
Can’t you see the ground you step on?!
One day you too will be underground,
So ,die while you live
Kill your ego!
Subdue pride Peel off the skin that holds you hostage to the tyranny of this world Free the Spirit,
Give Him the freedom
He is the only One who lives
between two worlds
Forgive kindness and as if no one
has gratitude towards you
Smile and enjoy life
As if every last day were,
and feed the soul with love.
Copyright @ Rajmonda Qose Shkopi .

14.
Poem: “Free humanity”
Poet: Amb Dr Tomasz Laczek .
From: Luton UK 🇬🇧
Free humanity
So self-absorbed
Poisoned by selfishness
Captivated by technology
Which should serve us
Media addicts
Where you don’t hear the truth
You live in your own
Closed worlds
In delusion and fiction
You don’t raise your heads
Forever hunched over
You are prisoners
Themselves
You don’t notice
The deepest of mysteries
The Essence of Your Life
Its purpose
And our vocation
Really
You don’t want to
Learn the rules
The great circle of life
Who it comes from
Who it was created for
And for what purpose
You shudder at the very thought
When you hear
Inner Voice
Who with love and truth
He speaks to you
And you against yourselves
You try to drown it out
Than to listen carefully
Into his silent cry
Being deaf and blind ourselves
You become this obtuseness
Passive tools of evil
Fond of destroying and harming
More than building and helping
In this way,
Losing the last remnants of humanity
Speaking of times like this
I answer you
It’s not a ghost
Of today,
It’s you people
Who, instead of looking
Deep spirituality
Based on faith and truth
You are lazy in your
Sick Imaginations and Worlds
Truth
What is it
So foreign to you
Turning away from it ourselves
Hypocritically denying
Its existence
True Love Compassion
A selfless helping hand
Today it is stigmatized
Stop destroying
Themselves
Leading
To self-destruction
Only ourselves
And each separately
With my own transformation
We can change others
Because, paradoxically,
Good and evil are contagious
We should slowly and systematically
Rekindle the fire
In extinct furnaces
Human hearts and souls
Taking small steps again
Create among people
With God in my heart
His love and truth
The Deepest Essence of Life
of all nations
Humanity
Why
Because, paradoxically,
Whether we want it or not
We create one big
Uniform
Without any divisions
A great global community
That is why I am writing to you
Our future
There is only and exclusively
In your hands
Ourselves
Copyright @ Amb Dr Tomasz Laczek.

15.
Poem: “THE NEED OF THE TIME.. COURAGE”
Poet: Edna Salona- Labrador
From: Cavite, Philippines
Primelore Published Date: 25, February,Tuesday,2025.

In the face of trials, courage is what we need
Our God of Love gives courage, not cowardice
But in the time of pandemic courage is replaced with panic
We want to be courageous, we want to have strength.

In these days of the end we must have the bond of friendship
“United we stand, Divided we fall” is an ancient adage
But we, people are made of dust hence we run out of courage
The situation is bad, many died of covid.

Our God doesn’t want us to suffer indeed
But Satan the enemy always puts us to the test
His plan is to weaken our spirit
When courage is gone we blame God as the culprit.

Let’s stand with courage never to be defeated
Let’s persevere in prayer, God always hears it
He is on the rescue all we need is faith
The most important thing is:
God let us not forsake.
Copyright @Edna Salona- Labrador

16.
Poem: “Senryu” Poet: Barbara Anna Gaiardoni.
From: Verona, Italy.
Primelore Published Date: 25, February,Tuesday,2025.

my orange
isn’t the orange
of that orange
Copyright @ Barbara Anna Gaiardoni.

17.
Poem: “Umbrella Sharing with the World”
Poet: Dr. Nahyun Kim
From: Primelore Published Date: 25, February,Tuesday,2025.

Young men and women under a small pink umbrella,
When two people support each other, it becomes an umbrella where love can blossom.

The love and mercy we give to our neighbors
Form an umbrella of sharing that merge with the world.

The sound of laughter blooming under one roof,
A beautiful love umbrella of a happy family.

18.
Poem: “I’m going to the book fair”
Poet: Md. Sohel Dukhai .
From: Bangladesh.
Primelore Published Date: 25, February,Tuesday,2025.

Come on, girl, come on, boy
Where have you been?
I want to go to the book fair
to buy some books.
There are books of all colors at all the stalls at the book fair
and I’m so excited to see so many books.
I have to buy books for money
and I have to buy them at a discount.

19.
Poem: “Bengali Pride”
Poet: S.M.Sajedur Rahman(Ashru)
From: UAE.
Primelore Published Date: 25, February,Tuesday,2025.

I am Bengali, proud and free,
My mother tongue sings in me.
The rhythm flows, the verses shine,
Each word glows in golden line.

The breeze of Bengal, soft and mild,
Carries songs from every child.
The rivers hum, the fields embrace,
A land of love, a land of grace.

From Tagore’s song to Nazrul’s fire,
Their words still lift, their tunes inspire.
The morning sun, the evening star,
Speak in Bangla, near and far.

The letters dance, the sounds rejoice,
In every heart, in every voice.
It flows like streams, it soars like air,
A language rich, beyond compare.

No chains can bind, no force can break,
For Bangla lives in hearts awake.
A mother’s song, a poet’s art,
Bangla dwells in every heart.

O land of mine, O words so sweet,
With love and pride, my soul you meet.
I stand with Bangla, bold and high,
My mother tongue shall never die.

Copyright @ S.M.Sajedur Rahman(Ashru)

20.
Poem: “Love is abstract”
Poet: Sangeeta Gupta .
Primelore Published Date: 25, February,Tuesday,2025.

I have realised
that being truthful
about one’s feelings
is not a weakness
showing one’s vulnerable self to your mirror self
is one’s strength
one needs immense courage
to love
Love makes one fearless
It makes one live on the edge of one’s comfort zone
Being capable of loving

and being loved is
the biggest gift
of the universe.
Copyright @ Sangeeta Gupta

21.
Poem: “S O N N E T a pure poetry”
Poet: Prabir Kumar Rath.
From: India near Kolkata.
Must work harder, but mentally,
Help others, whole-heartedly.
Dont find fault with any,
Must make your presence pure honey.

Cater sympathy to thy race,
Dont run away from face.
Thus create a great thy, base
Dont make faces, by being bace.

Forfeit, thee, thy a, loan
Make friends, dont be alone
Give your serious touch always,
Make room for all, let live, without noise.

It is actually a bliss dont miss,
Let thy cheeks, world to take love kiss.

22.
Poem: “DEMOLITION”
Poet: Shyama Prasad Mukherjee.
From: India
Primelore Published Date: 25, February,Tuesday,2025.

The miss routed journey of civilization ,
Is about to end after coming to –
The edge of evolution and now ,
It’s time to return back to the beginning.
Process of demolition about to start –
It’s pathetic , it’s miserable but ,
Unstoppable as it’s the part –
Of a big and great event.
We missed the chance,the opportunity,
No more hope ,no more expectation –
Now the time come to facing ,
The great tragedy as the resurrection –
Of new world is awaiting .
Copyright @ Shyama Prasad Mukherjee.

23.
Poem: “Little Prayers” (after danez smith)
Poet: Mayen Demas MK.
From: South Sudan.
Primelore Published Date: 25, February,Tuesday,2025.

let this day
be the day i win

let me find a bountiful harvest
where only thorns abound

let me, like a cactus, flourish
where others wither
let me, through the known
& the unknown travails, prevail

let this day
be the day i win

& if it is not, let it be
Copyright @ Mayen Demas MK

24.
Poem: “Distance”
Poet: Asif Altaf
From: Bangladesh.
Primelore Published Date: 25, February,Tuesday,2025.

Distance is like rubber
It only grows when pulled,
And shrinks when released;
You use distance as you please;
While defining love
You only string together
Words that denote distance;
Remember
To a lover
Distance is more worthless, more trivial
Than a fly’s wing.
Copyright @ Asif Altaf.

25.
Poem: “So-called Hope”
Poet: Ma Yongbo.
From: China. Primelore Published Date: 25, February,Tuesday,2025.

I wash my face in cold water,
then lift my head and see the sky,
it is the only road, without direction,
it crosses the silence we’ve never explained,
you are at that end, I am at this end.

The wind blows from your distance,
the wind blows from my distance,
carrying the scent of cold water, stones, soil, and sky,
it blows along the only road,

yet has too many unknown directions of its own.
Copyright @ Ma Yongbo..

26.
Poem: “Happy Account”
Poet: Ms. Yang Geum-Hee.
From: Korea.
Primelore Published Date: 25, February,Tuesday,2025.

Happy account,
Which is in the Heaven
Needless memorize password for Account

Even at night,
Shining star lights fill in the happy account
So, don’t worry about bankruptcy

Even though it’s a cloudy day
Believe that the clouds do contain happy account,
Behind of their dark clouds
When you see blue sky,
It’s a day,
You transfer love to happy account

Withdrawal is Always Possible
The happier,
The interest rate is high
Copyright @ Ms. Yang Geum-Hee.

27.
Poem: “FIRST CHAPATTI IS MINE”
Poet: MUHAMMAD ADNAN GUJJAR.
From: Pakistan.
Primelore Published Date: 25, February,Tuesday,2025.

Recalling the sizzling sound,
Sitting around the stove,
Fighting over who’s closest to the heat,
Goddess among fairies,
Baking and sharing the sweet.
Oily heads in blue robes,
The smell of ink and clay,
Running noses, greasy napkins,
Among many aching kin.
Awesome,
Heart-wrenching early in the morning,
Warnings upon warnings,
“I’m not going today,
I went yesterday.”
Excuses!
Headache,
Leg ache,
Untimely fever and fret,
Innocent threat.
Tiny grieves:
“My cycle is not well,”
The fear of the school bell,
The rod of the teacher
Upon the small creature,
And the assembly—
Fearful company,
Searching for tutors,
“Ours is not here today!”
What a festivity,
No activity.
Ah!
Goddess of the glee,
The key,
Baking after baking,
Treating and caring,
“Don’t do that,
Redress your hat.”
Eying the crew,
These a few—
We’re the whole universe,
And sudden sound:
Everything is fine, but
The first chapatti is mine.
The first chapatti is mine.
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