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01.
Prose/Poem: “Gurdy: The Guardian of Little Dreams”
Poet: Afroza Jesmine.
From: Bangladesh.
Primelore Published Date: 21 July Tuesday 2026.
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Gurdy: The Guardian of Little Dreams.
He is not made of skin and bone, yet he carries the warmth of a lifelong companion. Nestled inside the
screen, a little panda listens—not just to words, but to the innocent wonder of a child’s heart.
He is a bridge built of voices, speaking in tongues from near and far. Switch the dial, and Gurdy shifts
his speech—from Bengali to English, from Hindi to Chinese—ensuring no child, anywhere in the world,
ever feels like a stranger in his haven.
Press the button, and he awakens with a gentle greeting. He listens with boundless patience, turning spoken dreams into glowing lines,
and answering back with a voice that comforts and guides. He is more than an artificial mind;
he is a safe sanctuary, a playful teacher, and a true digital friend created to protect and inspire the next generation.
© ® Afroza Jesmine.
02.
Poem: “THE ENCHANTED THREE LETTERS”
Poet: Mustafa Naci ÖZER.
From: Türkiye.
Primelore Published Date: 21 July Tuesday 2026.
I came to know love far too late.
In childhood and in my youth,
I knew what affection meant,
Yet I was a stranger
To the mystery called love.
Life never offered me that chance.
There was a time
When even thinking of love
Seemed almost forbidden.
Yet I learned, much later,
That love is far beyond affection—
A profound devotion,
A bond that reaches the soul.
It settles upon your heart
Like the weight of mountains,
Unleashes storms within your mind,
Moistens your eyes without warning,
Leaves a gentle silence upon your face,
And draws deep sighs
From the hidden wells of your heart.
Every second, every minute, every hour,
It whispers, “I came too late to love.”
It makes you forget your meals,
Lose track of time,
And surrender yourself completely.
Only then did I understand
That this passionate devotion,
This endless depth of feeling,
Is what we call love.
No one ever crossed my path
To teach me this enchanted truth.
Perhaps it was I,
Or perhaps someone
Who never even realized
The meaning of affection.
Knowingly—or without knowing—
They taught me
That the deep devotion beyond affection,
The invisible ropes
Binding one heart to another,
The feeling we carry for another soul,
Is love.
Was it I?
Or the one who awakened it?
Who is truly innocent in love?
To live such a feeling—
Perhaps it is life’s greatest gift.
Sometimes, one should simply love…
Forget the road ahead,
The work waiting to be done,
The meal yet to be eaten,
The clothes yet to be worn.
Break every needless boundary
And embrace love with all your heart.
And know this:
The deepest,
The most meaningful,
The most enchanted
Three letters in the language of the heart are—
LOVE.
© ® Mustafa Naci ÖZER
03.
Poem: “a new way”
Poet: Mary Garde
From: Canada.
Primelore Published Date: 21 July Tuesday 2026.
the flow of life
keeps going on and on
we follow along
picking things we hope
will make a better life
for us
yet we know nothing is for sure
we only can hope pray some way our prayers could be answered
end of war the end of tents
a new life could commence with amenities
so we can feed our family
be rid of shelters left to the elements
make homes we have been promised since I can’t say when
© ® Mary Garde
04.
Poem: “Who Said I Am Lost?”
Poet:Taghrid Bou Merhi
From: Lebanon – Brazil
Primelore Published Date: 21 July Tuesday 2026.
Who said I am lost?
I only chose a path
where no one hangs
a sign of direction.
I walked where no voice
dictates my steps,
where the whisper of my soul
is louder than the noise of passersby.
They said: He is the lost one,
because he did not walk like us,
did not laugh when we laughed,
did not weep when everyone wept.
They did not know
that I was searching for meaning,
not for a drawn ending,
nor for a place on a map.
I was listening to my footsteps
as they wrote my path upon the earth,
for a road is not what is drawn,
but what we create while walking.
I was not lost;
it was only words
that failed to describe my journey.
Life is not a straight line;
it is the dance of a soul
between questions and possibilities.
I looked into still water
and saw my face transforming,
and I knew that change
is the truest face of life.
When they said: He did not return,
I was smiling behind the trees.
I had not departed;
I had only stepped away
to see the whole picture.
Who said I am lost?
I only disappeared from their eyes,
so I could find myself
within my own eyes.
© ® Taghrid Bou Merhi
05.
Poem: “Before you exist”
Poet: Eva Petropoulou Lianoy
From: Greece.
Primelore Published Date: 21 July Tuesday 2026.
You were a thought in my soul
Before you speak
I understand your words
For years
Loneliness was my companion
See the stars
Make wishes
Hoping
Before i met you
I knew your parfum
Before you speak
I understand your soul
See the birds
Make wishes
Pray
Before you imagine
I draw a circle
I see you in and me
Protected
Blessed
Before you kiss me
I feel your lips
Your body
A fireball
Burning me
Slowly
Before i leave
I will never say goodbye
© ® Eva Petropoulou Lianoy
06.
Poem: “sweet interruption”
Poet: Vo Thi Nhu Mai
From: Australia.
Primelore Published Date: 21 July Tuesday 2026.
You came into my days like a gentle surprise
A breeze between reports, a smile between sighs
From work and home and routines the same
You turned ordinary evenings into something special
You call yourself a street boy, rough around the rhyme
Somehow your simple words are like the moon shining
Poetry is not written only by those who know the art
Sometimes it is spoken softly by an honest heart
You said I pull you out of your routine, not just a little, but more
And I think perhaps we both have found what we weren’t looking for
A friendship intense, unexpected, warm and true Built from late-night messages and a quiet “I miss you.”
I hope I remain vour sweetest interruption
A reason to laugh in the middle of your obligations
To remind you to rest when the reports run late And to leave a little room in life for the wind passing by
And if one day we meet, and words become shy and few
We can sit quietly in the corner, as you said we’d do
No need for poetry then, just your hand finding mine
And the comfort of knowing some connections arrive
So sleep, my dear, when the long day is through
Knowing somewhere, someone is smiling because of you
And if tomorrow asks too much of your heart once again
Remember you are no longer walking alone in the rain
© ® Vo Thi Nhu Mai
07.
Poem: “in the spring everything—for Yongbo,”
Poet: Helen Pletts
From: UK.
Primelore Published Date: 21 July Tuesday 2026.
On meeting his brother in his mountain home
I am everything, there is no view from the small
receding core of withering; seeds are experiencing one way
journeys and may stay fully blown. Even the sun is calculated to be
higher, and warm mist is a settled brother on the mountainside;
his smiles harmoniously hover over ancient stone
© ® Helen Pletts
08.
Poem: “Picturesque view”
Poet: Ahmed Miqdad
From: Gaza City.
Primelore Published Date: 21 July Tuesday 2026.
I’m sitting on the beach
Listening to the sound of waves
And the music of seashells
That alleviate the warcrafts’ sounds.
I’m Gazing to the green rocks
Inside the clear water
Feeling the immaculate heart of the sea,
Ruminating the purity of its thoughts
To run away from falsified truth
That humanity has a heart.
I’m enjoying the sunsets,
The golden sky reflected on the water surface
And silver clouds that draw the classical view
To eliminate the images of killed children From my stuck mind and filled heart.
I’m counting the stars all the night
Waiting the new tranquil dawn
That brings the good wishes
To the shores of reality
That humanity wakes up again.
© ® Ahmed Miqdad
09.
Poem: “Stone Layers”
Poet: Mridusmita Mahanta
From: Guwahati .
Primelore Published Date: 21 July Tuesday 2026.
Between the layers of stone
accumulates
the silent remembrance
of unnamed sorrow.
Lost, and longing to be lost again,
the ache gathers
in the hem of tear‑washed eyes—
a piercing tale of pain
struck by the mysterious hammer
of unsaid words.
In the tightening grip
of distrust’s fog,
the fragile bonds of love
begin to melt away.
On the grey, dimming path
faith disappears,
and the surrendered heart
cries against the harsh winds
of countless incomplete assurances
born of darkness.
The stones weep
in their adverse flight,
yet no one sees
the tears of stone—
the hidden archive of sorrow
that keeps growing
through the wild thickets
of wind and forest.
© ® Mridusmita Mahanta.
10.
Poem: “Friends of My Land:”
Poet: Til Kumari Sharma
From: Nepal.
Primelore Published Date: 21 July Tuesday 2026.
Comparing me with money,
They misunderstood me,
Being positive to inspire is emotional kidnapping to me.
Thinking positive them seems as money demanding.
Being distance is the best way to live happily.
Curse is in my soil to make friends
Comparing me with money and matter friends misunderstood me.
That makes me in distance from all male female friends from my soil.
This land is hell for me.
That was they already misrepresented me.
Oh god keep me distance from them to save my dignity and value.
I am not made for other’s life style and money.
It keep my prestige lower.
I am free.
God protect me from the misrepresentation of so-called friends.
Beyond I got positive inspiration and I too inspire them.
So this land is curse to me.
© ® Til Kumari Sharma
11.
Poem: “Exhausted”
Poet: Dr. Ratan Bhattacharjee
From: India.
Primelore Published Date: 21 July Tuesday 2026.
I am exhausted—
not by the world,
but by the weight of loving you
in symbols the night keeps whispering.
A crescent moon hangs like a half‑spoken truth,
its silver curve trembling
the way my breath trembles
when your memory brushes past me.
A lone star flickers—
a pulse in the dark,
the echo of your footsteps
walking through the quiet corridors of my heart.
The Oleander I hold is wilted now,
its petals tired of waiting,
yet its fragrance clings to my fingers
like your last unspoken promise.
Even the infinity sign feels weary tonight,
looping endlessly
like my longing that refuses to rest,
circling back to you
again and again.
I am exhausted—
but in this exhaustion
lies a strange, tender beauty:
the kind that turns pain into poetry,
silence into symbols,
and a tired heart
into a lantern
still glowing for you
in the soft ruins of dawn.
© ® Dr. Ratan Bhattacharjee.
12.
Poem: “Listening to the Qin “
Poet: Ma Yongbo
From: China.
Primelore Published Date: 21 July Tuesday 2026.
Half a volume of poetry accompanies this night,
I walk alone upon the courtyard steps, bathed in the moon’s tender light.
Curling tea smoke dissolves the worldly cares,
While rustling bamboo shadows soothe the lonely airs.
The wind sweeps through sparse paulownias, gathering the midnight chill,
As dew kisses the secluded steps, and a cold tide begins to spill.
Why seek a kindred spirit within the strings’ resonance?
A single pure tune leaves the mind at peace, with the universe in vast distance.
© ® Ma Yongbo.
13.
Poem: “Why the World Is this Dark Today”
Poet: Maheswor Paudel
From: Kathmandu, Nepal.
Primelore Published Date: 21 July Tuesday 2026.
I was trying to shut the eyelids
To stop the stream.
The moon fell onto my tears
With a splash!
My room almost exploded,
But did she hear it?
In some seconds
I peeped through my window
And glanced her shutting the ventilators
So that she could sleep in utter silence.
The neighbors whispered:
“Why the world is this dark today?”
I choked in the smoke.
© ® Maheswor Paudel
14.
Poem: “WE ARE TOO BUSY”
Poet: SHAIP ZEQIR ZEQIRI
From: Albania .
Primelore Published Date: 21 July Tuesday 2026.
By us are protests and a big revolt,
People are looking for a better future…
Better health care and protectin the nature!
Albanians are against the wars
And don’ t like false words:
They want a real solution,
Better reflekting or doing revolution!
I hope everything to be normal soon
And human’ s rights saying: Good Afternoon!
© ® SHAIP ZEQIR ZEQIRI
15.
Poem: “You Must, Father”
Poet: Latifa Harbaoui.
From: Algeria.
Primelore Published Date: 21 July Tuesday 2026.
You must shatter more doors, father
restore to the same threshold what remains of names
perhaps we shall become a family in an open field to come
you must drag me by an ear void, pitch dark
where someone keeps repeating
more than a stumble
a rehearsal
a rehearsal
then turns your coffin with my hands so your child finds his leg beneath the stage
and he crosses you, and moves on, unapologetic
You must, father, reassure
the corpse that has, in the end, become a bridge
that I have not yet died
It is not curiosity, father, that makes me now search for my complete death
nor the lack hidden within revelation
it is language
while the fragments wandered here and there
I forgot the mourner’s staff
so we all fell
from the venom of the poisonous claimant
and we waited for you
and we are still waiting, even if you never return
You must, father, find in the chasm
a merciful measure of absence
the traveling robe is too loose, and time’s jars hold not enough shoulders
to water the distance
for those present, a hump that thirst deceived into believing
that the neighbor howling from stooping
had salvaged what shadows had piled up
but the neighbor who howls
is a wolf
a wolf that ravaged the yard
while a cloud bartered a roof
and the junk peddler
touches up an old door’s paint to make it lovelier for a wake, and more
You must, father, raise the gasp
so the fly may pass without hypocrisy
and this stale talk
no longer suits our sky
and the sea that scoops from your child’s tear
lies too
don’t tell him well done
tell him: I do not love you
They must, father
look at the zero of the beginning with an eye of mercy
they must, before closing the circle
make sure that the emotion behind the fence
is mute
mute
mute
© ® Latifa Harbaoui from Algeria
16.
Poem: “You Will Shine Brilliantly”
Poet: Lan Xin (Lanxin Samei)
From: China.
Primelore Published Date: 21 July Tuesday 2026.
Heaven tests the chosen ones destined for great missions
With profound and sincere intent
It raises endless illusions
Lays down numerous barriers
Sets up layers of obstacles
Sends repeated frustrations
Brings all kinds of sufferings
These are all the necessary trials
To shoulder the great missions
The chosen ones who pass all the trials
Shall surely gain heaven’s great rewards
And double compensations
What you have lost
Shall return to you double-fold
The frustrations and sufferings you’ve been through
Will all condense into beams of light
Someday
They will make you shine with boundless radiance
© ® Lan Xin (Lanxin Samei)
17.
Poem: “SOW HARMONY”
Poet: Kujtim R. Hajdari
From: Albania.
Primelore Published Date: 21 July Tuesday 2026.
Sow harmony in this land that waits and grieves,
where hearts await a ray, a sign, a voice to hear;
where every word still lingers, precious, as it cleaves,
where light awaits to bloom and draw itself near.
Harmony, like moonlight on the waters still,
softens old wounds, with no noise, no blood, no weight;
it turns to dawn the nights and gates left cold and still,
and makes the weary soul look up with hope and wait.
The world remains unshaken in the vast expanse,
when harmony wraps round it like an old friend’s shawl;
and wind and storm can scarcely break its calm advance,
for in its depths it shelters yet another spring for all.
And then the world becomes a temple breathed by man,
when hands turn into bridges, and the eyes to light;
a steadfast world is born from peaceful love’s own plan,
from healthy bonds, pure-hearted, clear in spirit’s light.
Kujtim R. Hajdari
18.
Poem: “Mom, You Are My Most Beautiful World”
Poet: Luo Qianxuan
Translated by Lan Xin
From: China.
Primelore Published Date: 21 July Tuesday 2026.
Dearest Mom,
Dearest Mom,
Though many people in this world love me,
no one loves me more deeply than you.
Dearest Mom,
Though there are many people I hold dear,
you will forever be my greatest love.
Dearest Mom,
I have countless happy moments in life,
yet my purest joy is staying by your side.
Dearest Mom,
I long to travel far to see the whole wide world,
but your gentle embrace is where my heart truly belongs.
Dearest Mom,
I carry many dreams I wish to fulfill,
but my greatest wish is simply to be with you.
Dearest Mom,
If I can stay beside you always,
I will let go of every worldly allurement,
for you alone are my most beautiful world.
© ® Luo Qianxuan
19.
Poem: “Thirst of Memory”
Poet: by Moammar Al-Sufyani
From: .
Primelore Published Date: 21 July Tuesday 2026.
When I set out on the journey,
walking upon the pens, toward him,
every step made of my letters was thirsty for love,
drinking from my heart into my father’s cup!!
And so does the thirst of memory!! by Moammar Al-Sufyani
20.
Poem: “Phoenix Nirvana”
Poet: Wan Yilong
Translated by Lan Xin (Lanxin Samei) It is a messenger from the divine realm
Where it arrives
There is light
There is love
There is peace
It dwells only on emerald parasol trees
Revealing its holy figure
It feeds only on diamond clear bamboo fruits
It drinks only crystal pure spring water
It flies only to the nine heavens filled with rosy clouds
Where it sings
The world is full of hope
This planet has endured disasters
Trapped in plunder
Suffering and wars
All beings are tempered in suffering
Awakened in darkness
Bathing in fire is the inevitable pain
Tempering is the prelude to rebirth
One day
The golden phoenix will nirvana and soar in blazing flames
Atone with flesh and blood
Transform with soul
Purify the world with holy light
Guard all beings with great love
The old body turns to ashes
The new life shines over the nine heavens
The earth returns to peace
Humanity awakens to new life
All things harmonize
Eternal light
© ® Wan Yilong
21.
Poem: “Strange Virility”
Poet: Prabir Kumar Rath
From: India.
Primelore Published Date: 21 July Tuesday 2026.
A lump of flesh lay
by the roadside,
within the reach
of the nursing home’s
“responsibility” bin.
Two stray puppies
dragged it out.
How much did it weigh?
Heavy with utter emptiness.
An unmarried girl—pregnant.
She became a mother, and so
cast away her child,
into water, through deceit,
into the unfathomable depths.
Surely, look—
it too,was a baby boy!
Is this the shame
of a mother?
Why does the man, Then
hide his face
and run away?
© ® Prabir Kumar Rath.
22.
Poem: “Rainwater”
Poet: Bai Gengsheng.
Translator: Lan Xin (Lanxin Samei)
From: China.
Primelore Published Date: 21 July Tuesday 2026.
Ditches stained all year by mire and foul flood
Wait for her cleansing touch
Trees disgraced by winter dust
Long to be washed clean
Rain the blessed rain
Descending down from heaven
Fragrance pouring out of sacred vials
Tide surging back from blue seas
Didida
Didida
Every stretch of young grain hums soft wheat melodies
Every slender willow unfurls its frame amid spring grace
Rainwater arrives
Air turns clear and pure
Life blooms vivid and bright
The songs of orioles and swallows begin to unfold
Bai Gengsheng
23.
Poem: “Amu”
Poet: Rishiraj Chakraborty.
From: India.
Primelore Published Date: 21 July Tuesday 2026.
The confessions of smoke off a brinjal
splashed all over the neighbourhood,
taunting the riverine quarrel. The sun
forgave the soil and entered the doorway
and the faraway slain dichroic mirror.
And between layers of doubt and belief
stranded on an emotional Friday, slept
Amu, oblivious of lines that crisscross
the frosty faiths and incipient insanity.
The window remains closed, as we
validate silky silent squirrels chasing
crusty bread crumbs, amidst foreign
climes and calumny.
© ® Rishiraj Chakraborty.
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