Happy Victory Day of BANGLADESH
16/12/2025.
01.
Poem: “The Victory Day of Bangladesh.”
Poet: Afroza Jesmine.
From: Bangladesh.
Primelore Published Date: 16, December, Tuesday 2025.
December 16 is the Victory Day of Bangladesh.
The sun rises proudly on this red-green dawn.
Echoing across rivers of memories and loud shouts.
In 1971, our freedom fighter lost their life.
A Bengali nation was born in the world.
She is our mother. She is Bangladesh.
The Muktiโs song in thunder rang,
We smiled, and ‘The Victory’ came.
Oh my Bengal, land of wide, lovely rivers,
Your victory flows with fearless pride.
We are proud of our freedom fighters.
We are proud of our father, sister, brother and mother.
We are proud of our 64 thousand square feet land.
Oh, my Bangladesh, we are your proud children.
We sing the song “The Bengal of Gold, I Love You.”
The beauty of Bangladesh attracts all the people of the world.
We created the flag mixed with red and green.
In red is sacrifice, in green our land,
It’s a flag raised high by a brave hand.
O! My Bangladesh, we love you.
All people from the world, we love you.
We love we smile and we celebrate.
Our victory day is 16 December.
ยฉ๏ธยฎ๏ธ Afroza Jesmine.
02.
Poem: “STRUCK”
Poet: Mustafa Naci รZER
From: TรRKฤฐYE
Primelore Published Date: 16, December, Tuesday 2025.
I crossed all depths the world could hide,
Yet in your dimpleโs hollow, I was swallowed whole.
I stood against a thousand watching eyes,
Yet one look from you went straight into my soul.
I passed all walls they called too high to climb,
Yet in your eyesโ deep pull, I disappeared.
I faced a storm of arrows, time and time,
Yet one lash from you was all I ever feared.
My steps outpaced the mountains, proud and wide,
Yet lost their way upon the road to you.
I bore the weight of longing deep inside,
Yet your desire struck my heart clean through.
I roamed through fields where scarlet poppies burn,
Yet fell for crimson shades within your hair.
No other light could ever make me turnโ
Your moonlit face outshone the worldโs glare.
ยฉ๏ธยฎ๏ธ Mustafa Naci รZER
03.
Poem: “Golden bridges”
Poet: Eva Petropoulou Eva Lianou Petropoulou
From: Greece.
Primelore Published Date: 16, December, Tuesday 2025.
I find you
Because you were hurted
I cherish you
As i felt your pain
I love you and
I cover your wounds
With silver
So u will shine
U will shine
U will never broke again
I will create a bridge for all the hurted person
I will build golden pillars
Nobody will hurt again children or women
As the diamonds
They will shine
We will Rise
And we will re born in a future peaceful world..
ยฉ๏ธยฎ๏ธ Eva Petropoulou Eva Lianou Petropoulou
04.
Poem: “FOR MY MOTHER “
Poet: Vo Thi Nhu Mai,
From: Vietnam/ Australia.
Primelore Published Date: 16, December, Tuesday 2025.
she has gone
towards the light resting without pain
leaving our hands full of her warmth
eighty-seven years
each one a gift folding into us
the road to farewell filled with a thousand hearts
people embracing thanks like flowers in their palms
she walked among them all her life
giving, listening, loving without measure
my brother stayed beside her all his years
now must learn the shape of mornings alone
we – her sons, her daughter by love
stand holding one another in her name
grandchildren, great-children
her reflection continues
love does not end
it changes its home
ยฉ๏ธยฎ๏ธ Vo Thi Nhu Mai,
05.
Poem: “TENDERNESS WALKING IN LIGHT”
Poet: Taghrid Bou Merhi.
From: LEBANON , BRAZIL
Primelore Published Date: 16, December, Tuesday 2025.
Motherโฆ
the light that comes before dawn,
the hand that calms
a lifetime of fear
with a single touch.
In her voice,
every storm breaks softly,
and the heart becomes
a warm home
that never learns defeat.
She is the one who teaches the wind
to be gentle with us,
and convinces sorrow
to pass lightly
whenever it walks near her chest.
Her tenderness
is water that purifies the years,
a river
that keeps flowing
even long after her footsteps fade.
And in her eyes,
I read the meaning of peace,
as if God
had lent her
a part of His heart.
ยฉ๏ธยฎ๏ธ TAGHRID BOU MERHI.
06.
Poem: “SPRING WITH THE NAME “MOTHER”
Poet: Blerina Pellumbi.
From: France.
Primelore Published Date: 16, December, Tuesday 2025.
I often become intoxicated by the scent of roses,
Among the flowers, I search whenever I need you.
In the dew of tears, I pour out my longing, singing with the nightingales
In the colors of spring, I find yours, those beautiful eyes.
Springs exude your fragrance all around,
Galaxies become intoxicated and oceans awaken.
Like a butterfly in the wind, you appear to me everywhere
Smiling in silence, you come seeking peace.
You pour your sweet pollen onto my dried lips,
Writing there the longing that burns for that paradise.
You rest in the veins of pain, in tears and in crying
Planting every day kindness, love, and peace.
Silently, among the constellations of the night, you shine like neon,
Often you come as an angel in my tender dreams.
There, you have left the strength of an unending love,
The strength of a mother, who puts me to sleep, and every morning awakens me.
Sometimes I remember you as a flower and other times as an unfading star…
And then, like an immortal God, you stand above me,
Your gentle spirit fills me with heavenly love,
I become intoxicated, intoxicated with longing in these nights of solitude.
I feel your breath, you have never lacked,
You come to me like a heartbeat, exiled through the ages.
With golden gray hair where life itself shines,
Like a hope eternally woven from forgetfulness…
Today I find you again in a flower announcing spring by the name “Mother”.
ยฉ๏ธยฎ๏ธ Blerina Pellumbi
07.
Poem: “A Glimpse of Hope”
Poet: Ahmed Miqdad,
From: Gaza City.
Primelore Published Date: 16, December, Tuesday 2025.
After the bleak night
The light of dawn will rise
After the fearful days
The peace will definitely prevail
And the rough waves
Will certainly throw you on to safe shores.
The glittering stars will shine again
From the gloomy cosmos
And the bashful moon will smile.
The grey clouds will fly away
And the blue sky will fill the immensity of the clear horizon.
The shrinking flowers will blossom tenderly
From the barren land
To spread the sweet scent of love.
The vast universe will celebrate
Palestineโs flag will flutter freely
Over the hills, mountains
And in the heart of the beloved homeland.
ยฉ๏ธยฎ๏ธ Ahmed Miqdad,
08.
Poem: “Unique Tomb:”
Poet: Til Kumari Sharma.
From: Nepal
Primelore Published Date: 16, December, Tuesday 2025.
Here will be my heroic tomb.
People remember for my good doings.
They donโt love me.
But I made shining art to heal every people.
The less knowledge of them is not positive .
So, my tomb is original than others.
The positivity is poison to them.
So, they see negativity to our good doings.
So, tomb of mine is alive with my genuine art.
That art brings moral society.
That art brings unity of humanity.
Love and respect my art.
ยฉ๏ธยฎ๏ธ Til Kumari Sharma.
09.
Poem: “TROUBLES WITHIN”
Poet: โDeborah E. Ilesanmi
From: Nizeria.
โPrimelore Published Date: 16, December, Tuesday 2025.
โMy feeble heart kept speaking to me.
โIt says “don’t get scared!!, I gat you”.
โMy mind was in complete opposition.
โIt says “Be afraid!!, you aren’t nothing.
โ โMy heart speaks peace within but my mind screams chaos and wars .
โWho would help settle this strifes between my heart and my mind ?
โ โI had battled with this two for decades now.
โThe tension, the gut feeling, the emotions all rising within me.
โ โI knew it!! Eureka!! I found it.
โThat answer was what this soul needs.
โIt needs rest, it needs peace, it needs food, it needs joy and strength!!
ยฉ๏ธยฎ๏ธ โDeborah E. Ilesanmi
10.
Poem: “THE DREAM OF A BETTER WORLD.”
Poet: Shafkat Aziz Hajam.
From: India kashmir.
Primelore Published Date: 16, December, Tuesday 2025.
Though my skin is black,
My intentions are green,
Let me put them into practice,
Colors of joy will be all around seen.
Let me uproot the weeds of hatred,
Let me plant the flowers of love,
Peace will be enjoyed everywhere,
Everyone will symbolize it like a dove.
In the hearts of people,
Let me put out the fire of greed,
Then all will take their fair share,
None will take more than they need.
Let me tie the people
With the rope of brotherhood,
Let me teach them humanity,
All will be just and will act as they should
The world will be free from slavery and cruelty.
ยฉ๏ธยฎ๏ธ Shafkat Aziz Hajam:
Bio: Shafkat Aziz Hajam is a poet, reviewer and co-author from India kashmir. He is the author of a value based childrenโs poetry book titled as The Cuckooโs Voice and one adults poetry book titled as The Unknown Wounded Heart. His poems have appeared in international magazines and anthologies like Wheel song anthology UK based,Prodigy ,digital literary magazine USA etc .
11.
Poem: “THE VISION”
Poet: Shaip Zeqir Zeqiri
From: Albenia.
Primelore Published Date: 16, December, Tuesday 2025.
Today is a special day,
We are trying to find the international way:
Not only words but in the practice,
In the world to have more rights and justice!
We never change our true vision,
Achieving real peace is our mission!
But without human’ s rights it’ s impossible,
Solong unrights are visiable…
Many countries are doing wars,
We try to stop invasion only with words.
But anarchy is on a deep sleep
Only dreaming are making people sick!
So many children without bread
And so many human beings every day are dead.
I can’ t find any reason,
Why invadors are yet free and not in Bashkim!
ยฉ๏ธยฎ๏ธ Shaip Zeqir Zeqiri
12.
Poem: “Eternal curse”
Poet: Tanja Ajtic.
From: Canada/Serbia
Primelore Published Date: 16, December, Tuesday 2025.
We like to emphasize splendor, significance, reputation and fame
rather than modesty, contrition and true love.
We want to give one thing a relief that catches the eye,
to be particulary emphasized.
And if we have relief maps, we don’t know how to measure.
We wander and saunter at night.
At night without dreams.
We postpone forgiveness and omissions.
We are postponing our payment deadline,
we also want to have a discount while we are paying,
and we would like to do everything to make it cheaper.
And paradise is not bought but deserved.
If we return everything we took
and wish forgiveness of sins, mercy and forgiveness,
to be forgiven we will feel the same.
After the main flowering, the flowers will bloom once again.
And we will survive.
Like being born again
the revival of classical antiquity
or more precisely freedom
and the creative human spirit under the influence of classical literature,
of art and philosophy in the Renaissance.
We will renew our lives
and fix and change it for the better.
We will refresh and rejuvenate.
We will look at hummingbirds that have bigger brain
in relation to the body of other birds.
Heart too.
These birds can fly
in all directions, as they please!
They can live for a long time by feeding on
flower nectar and candied water.
We, like them, are small but a lot is expected of us.
Rejection and refusal,
as a musical repetition of the same tone, the
opposite is an echo.
Everything will resonate.
Rejection and refusal happen to us
like breaks in a circus that clowns fill with their jokes.
We avoid the eternal curse
because there is always hope for a corrective exam
and a place under the sun for us.
We can be dignified,
be those who produce again,
which recreate.
We can multiply and experience
content to revive consciousness,
get a good voice again
for the person and respect, reputation and name.
It is never too late for natural things
to make us feel better.
It’s all in us
in our big hearts in the body of a small hummingbird.
We have everything you need!
Naturally!
ยฉ๏ธยฎ๏ธ Tanja Ajtic.
13.
Poem: “An Epitome of Compassion”
Poet: Ahmed Farooq Baidoon
From: Egypt
Primelore Published Date: 16, December, Tuesday 2025.
The Mighty Lord ordained to cast mercy,
So as to be mercied in return,
Let-alone that handgrip of compassion melting those perched strenuous urn,
Why that shape of capricious obstinacy turn you into a hard nut to crack?
Don’t you want to be that big with consummated morality stack?
Hold true to the prodigy of a compassionate,
If only that mannerism was a prescribed pillar in congregational faith embrace,
That merciful heart with lenience and painstakingly charitable pace,
An idol of wisdom and altruism โincomparable grace,
Apart from that innate core significance inside of us shall overcome grudge and obscenity,
Destitute of monger of detestation and harbinger of ominous brutality,
Compassion is the empowerment to break that impeding iceberg mount,
Be it that scanty ethics wrapping us in virtuous considerable cloak into account,
It must be taken for granted, confound that sparsity of bonafide!
Compassion had that boomerang to deter that traumatic wrath,
As a ripple-effect with undulating waves to dismantle thorny path,
A curious onlooker to the interests of the other shall be wreathed,
With victorious garland, that kind of philanthrope with a diamond heart sheathed.
ยฉ๏ธยฎ๏ธ Ahmed Farooq Baidoon
14.
Poem: “My daily meal is education “
Poet: Daniel Omar
From: Malawi.
Primelore Published Date: 16, December, Tuesday 2025.
Starvation should not pull me in vain
Since I have born my favorite meal become education
My creation motivate me to success where nobody to visualize the only inner intention I had
Probability replaces my ability to think deeper while deepen my future
Allow me to feed on books
Where everything is found
Papa,mama could you provide me a weapon for me to fight
I need to kiss school I need dive in it
The only swimming pool I prefer
Please allow me to drink it
And bath in it
The only thing which satisfies my thirsty
Since I have born my favorite meal become education
Papa, mama I need school and school needs me to excel.
ยฉ๏ธยฎ๏ธ Daniel Omar
15.
Poem: “The Roof of Consciousness”
Poet: ELLI LAGIOU.
From: Greece.
Primelore Published Date: 16, December, Tuesday 2025.
At night, through cracks in silence,
thoughts without faces
flutter like owls
memories never confessed.
One perches
on the roof of consciousness,
listening.
Day hurries to repair,
walling up chimneys
as if memoryโs voice
should never be heard.
Yet no matter how you build,
flaws are lessons.
mistakes, revelations.
I realized, too late,
the roofs of houses
shield what cannot face the light.
And when you turn away,
cracks appearโ
doorways for nightmares with angel faces.
The city does not need sleep;
it needs awareness.
Dreams, not to forget,
but to shine.
Moonlight, not to escape,
but to reflect.
And moons
that no longer sing of love
now ponder the cracks
the need not to be
perfect or safe,
but real.
With a roof over your head.
Thoughts take flight through the cracks of silence, and moonlight teaches us to be real, not perfect.
ยฉ๏ธยฎ๏ธ ELLI LAGIOU
16.
Poem: ” Lost in Memories”
Poet: Carol Robertson.
from: Jamaica
Primelore Published Date: 16, December, Tuesday 2025.
I stood between him and the rock
and the deep muddy sea
the sky so grey, black
thunder as it roll
I stood amiss wandering
just how to get a hold of this
uncanny, unstable human being
who was lost in memories.
I stood between him and the rock
and the deep muddy sea
as he recalled her with another
hugging and kissing and how
she held onto him nearly crushing him
it was painful and he ached
because she was all he got.
I stood between him and the rock
and the muddy sea holding onto memories
hoping he would change his mind
for he could not see ahead and the
beauty he may have had.
I stood between him and the rock and
the muddy sea
he couldn’t look back
and escaped hitting the rock
and into the muddy sea
for there he was unconscious
lifeless, just another human being.
ยฉ๏ธยฎ๏ธ Carol Robertson.
17.
Poem: “HOW THIS ANXIETY INCREASED IN ME!”
Poet: LULZIM HAJDARI
From: Albenia.
Primelore Published Date: 16, December, Tuesday 2025.
I remained surprised on that shore,
The water flowed like crystal,
It wets my chest, I stayed without words,
How did this anxiety increase in me?
God had granted a dream
That took my eyes from the radiance,
My heart leaped from my chest,
I approached too much by bewilderment, (Not courage)!
God, what have you brought before my eyes?
What is this pearl, this miracle?
To make me burst in suffering and loneliness,
You now owe me her love.
When she noticed me, I stood before her,
She charmingly covered her wet chest
Like a rose just blossoming,
Her eyes burst flames that had just ignited.
(Translate Kujtim Hajdari)
ยฉ๏ธยฎ๏ธ Lulzim Hajdari
18.
Poem: “SEARCHING TO MYSELF”
Poet: Bernardete Cavalcanti
From: Brazil
Primelore Published Date: 16, December, Tuesday 2025.
I dream to a place beyond the seas
where I’ll find flowers and flying bees
From my life, sometimes I dream to run away,
maybe searching my own way.
Come, beloved , to my boat that is leaving
Do something so that my heart stops bleeding;
Bid me goodbye not forever
To forget you, I know I can never!
Don’t treat me with such disdain
I know, my efforts will never be in vain!
In my small boat I’ll carve your name
If you do not come, I will not blame.
My small boat dances with a huge wave,
In it, I can cry without shame!
I don’t run away because I want to
This is not a final goodbye, it is true!
Let me only feel in my silent scream
that my ancient life was a bad dream
I’ll find my peace, someday
and I’ll come back totally yours any day!
ยฉ๏ธยฎ๏ธ Bernardete Cavalcanti.
19.
Poem: “My umbrella of autumn leaves”
Poet: Sherife Allko
From: Albania ๐ฆ๐ฑ
Primelore Published Date: 16, December, Tuesday 2025.
You are the shelter in the season that speaks with color,
Above my head, a bright silence.
All the leaves fall, but you protect me,
Like an umbrella that slowly descends from the sky.
In your arms there is no rain that wets me,
No words that dry me, no days that freeze me.
You are that silence that warms me more than fire,
A rest that only autumn can know.
In the shadow of the leaves that fall endlessly,
We walk together, without speaking, but with our eyes we understand each other.
You are the bed where every pain stops me,
In your hands I find everything I have lost.
A golden leaf that clings to my soul,
I will always remain on this warm path.
Even when winter comes and the snow covers me,
I will always have your umbrella over my head.
Let the frosty winter be as long as it wants,
I feel the magic of warmth next to you.
Even when the world saddens and hurts us,
Our souls will rise, like heaven and earth.
In your hands I find a shelter without time, and without end,
Like the leaves that fall, we grow.
In this love, every winter becomes spring,
Every freezing a warmth that explodes eternally
ยฉ๏ธยฎ๏ธ Sherife Allko
20.
Poem: “HARMONY”
Poet: Maria Kolovou-Roumelioti.
From: Greece
Primelore Published Date: 16, December, Tuesday 2025.
Which vein nourishes you?
Which sun illuminates you?
And which spring waters you?
Which road takes you
to the ancient source?
And which book scattered on your path,
Divine orders,
so that they would be in your hands?
Which Anarchic Principle
led you
to a sacred bank
to cash them?
Ah, how it fills the soul,
the birth of beauty,
which with harmony arranges
the Chaos that runs through our thoughts!
ยฉ๏ธยฎ๏ธ Maria Kolovou-Roumelioti.
21.
Poem: “The sacrifice of your heart..and the bleeding”
Poet: Abdelrahman Salt
From: Algeria.
Primelore Published Date: 16, December, Tuesday 2025.
One cry
/sacrifice
Your eternal night and my self
Glory in the kingdom of the meaning
At a tree of the saying
turn your face
There is the face of God
Uncover the face of language and enter the haze of light
Another story..
move the clusters of revelation
Speech fall
The passers towards the side of the heart
put
wound the sacrifice
under their feet and passed
The sacrifice of your heart is suspended
at the last watch
adorn with the true of saying
recited some of the verses
Even the last quarter
of the night
ยฉ๏ธยฎ๏ธAbdelrahman Salt
Bio:
Abdelrahman Salt is a poet and visual artist born in Ain Maabed, Algeria in 1969. He holds a high school diploma in Arabic literature and has participated in numerous national and international festivals He has published three books of visual poetry, and his poems have been translated into more than 20 languages. He won the
Naji Naaman Award in 2017 in Lebanon. Salt Several studies have been conducted on his paintings, including one by Dr. Hazem Al-Saadi of the University of Baghdad, and another by Dr. Rabhi Ben Aliya of the University of Algiers on the painting “The Earth Sings of Peace.” Salt In addition, Abdul Rahman’s name is mentioned in several encyclopedias published in Romania, Serbia, and Spain. He is also considered one of the writers of children’s songs.
22.
Poem : “PEARLS OF YOUR WORDS”
Poet: Irena Jovanovic
From: Serbia
Primelore Published Date: 16, December, Tuesday 2025.
Pearls of Your words
flow down the light rays
like down threads while
creating necklaces
just coming and coming
milky white, mild, and rounded
soothing and smooth
creating a necklace of words
jewelry of poems
that You pour into my heart
into my mind
around my aura
making me be pearly
totally dived in that ocean of whiteness
and soft shine
in merciful areas
of Your inner treasures, Lord
Your words are my opulence
my intrinsic wealth generated
through manifold lifetimes of eons
pearl by pearl, word by word
to pass Your message
to transmit Your bliss
just like a feathered pen
touching the peak
of Your brilliance
ยฉ๏ธยฎ๏ธ Irena Jovanovic
23.
Poem: “Love in Winter”
Poet: Dr Ratan Bhattacharjee
From: India.
Primelore Published Date: 16, December, Tuesday 2025.
Snow stitches silence into the dumb streets of mist draped dawn,
Two breaths mingle one into the other, small clouds mirrored on green lawn
Bare trees lift black hands in prayer to the pale sky,
Her smile is a glittering piece of pearl that melt all sorrowful tears and sigh.
Windows dazzle with frost-flowers, secret hieroglyphs writing a poem
A sip in a Darjeeling cup of tea and Summer captured in the frame
A scarf becomes a promise wound twice around two souls
Footprints write a story and no one knows for whom the welcome bell tolls
Night lowers its blue shawl over frozen rivers,
The moon hangs like an old woman on a naked footpath in tattered blanket shivers .
Her fingers like thin flames, search for her darling in the dark,
A haunted Halloween lamp scared a street dog to get engaged in the loudest bark .
Cold teaches us the grammar of nearness, distance breaks and bodies listen.
Winter hoards light, but love spends it freely, when a candle refuses in the night to glisten
ยฉ๏ธยฎ๏ธ Dr Ratan Bhattacharjee.
24.
Poem: ” LโAIGUILLON MORTEL DE LA MORT.”
Poet: HILAL AHMAD MIR ( MIR HILAL)
Poem: “HAIGAM, SOPORE”
From: KASHMIR,INDIA
Primelore Published Date: 16, December, Tuesday 2025.
Why do you speak above your breath, O man?
Speak below your breath, do not roar so loud.
Why do you plume upon yourself so much?
Nothing stays here ; everything bites the dust.
How beautiful ,stalwart forms mix with soil !
Remember that dark grave, where no one lies.
No one cuts and runs from the sting of Death
Who stands on his toes to sting all beings.
Nothing remains for aye- neither childhood,
Nor wild youth, nor health, nor wealth nor mansions.
See, how the dark night swallows the bright sun
Or winter blights the beauty of the earth !
ยฉ๏ธยฎ๏ธ HILAL AHMAD MIR ( MIR HILAL)
Bio:
Hilal Ahmad Mir is a Kashmiri poet who writes in English. He was born on the night of May 18โ19, 1978, at Haigam, District Baramulla, Kashmirโa region steeped in cultural and literary heritage. He holds an M.A. in English and began his literary journey in boyhood, nurturing a passion for weaving experiences, emotions, and reflections into powerful poetic expression. Mirโs poetry is marked by depth, emotion, and introspection. His words resonate with sincerity, drawing readers into a world of empathy and contemplation. He has authored five collections of poetry, including My Cravings, My Throes (2019), The Gusts of the Wild Heart (January,2025), The Fathomless Ocean (December,2025)and several unpublished and forthcoming works such as The Pearls of My Maniacal Heart and The Tumultuous Ocean. Known for his humility, meekness, and profound humanity, Hilal Ahmad Mirโs work stands as a testament to his creative brilliance. His poems offer a voice that captures both the beauty and the complexity of life, leaving an enduring imprint on the hearts of his readers.
25.
Poem: “MORE THAN EVER BEFORE!”
Poet: Dr Prasana Kumar Dalai
From: India
The Goddess of purity you are to me
I do hatch pain and my pleasure as well
My sleep often breaks for the first time
And I see the morn by rubbing my eyes
The sun light becomes brighter with you
My day rises from behind the thin clouds
The moonlight soothes with all the grace
My vibrant mood is hiding nearby me
If you met me, sadness would be mine
I would console you though I’m broken
My stars break to start falling nonstop
I want your novice heart more and more
It incubates in me more than ever before.
ยฉ๏ธยฎ๏ธ Dr Prasana Kumar Dalai.
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