ঘোড়সওয়ার সাহিত্য পত্রিকার পক্ষ থেকে আয়োজিত কবি পক্ষে আমাদের শ্রদ্ধাঞ্জলি পর্বে আজকে আমাদের সঙ্গে বিশিষ্ট কবি , নাট্য ব্যক্তিত্ব , চিকিৎসক এবং আমাদের সবার প্রিয় বাচিক শিল্পী পার্থপ্রতিম পান মহাশয় ...
Sabrina De Canio (Piacenza, Italy) award-winning internationally-acknowledged poet, Literature teacher, translator and co-director of Piccolo Museo della Poesia Chiesa di San Cristoforo ( Saint Christopher’s Poetry Museum), Piacenza, Italy, the only one of its kind in the world. Years spent in Africa gave rise to her underlying theme, namely, resistance to adversity. She is mentioned in several national and international anthologies. Her Libera nos a malo ( Deliver Us From Evil) was published in 2020 and awarded in 2021 at the prestigious Camaiore Festival in Italy; in the same year she was invited at Princeton Poetry Festival (USA). In Jenuary 2022 she was awarded at the Chinese Spring Poetry Festival.
একুশে থামে কথায় সাড়া হোক সেও ছিল এক পদ্মদীঘির ঢেউ
তোমায় মনে পড়ছে বকুল আজ
সই পাতালো হাত খড়ি'র স্লেটে
শব্দ থেকে ফুটে উঠছে বোল
আজও সবাই তাদের কথাই লেখে
কুমারী ভাষা পদ্মদীঘির শ্লোক
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কবি মালা চক্রবর্তীর কবিতা
কাঁটাতার
তারপর জেগে ওঠে মানচিত্র
সীমানায় কাঁটাতার পড়ে
অনুপ্রবেশকারী তকমা পেয়ে
আমিও গোপনে সীমান্ত পেরোই।
এখন আমরা প্রতিবেশী
ওপার থেকে দু'একটা গানের কলি ভেসে আসে
বুঝি সুখে আছো।
আবার,অনিচ্ছাকৃত ভাবেই এপার থেকে ভেসে যায় কিছু দীর্ঘশ্বাস।
এই আসা-যাওয়া কিছুতেই আটকাতে পারে না সীমান্তের কাঁটাতার।
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কবি শিকদার মুহাম্মদ কিব্রিয়াহের কবিতা
জন্মগত ভাষা
মিথ বা ম্যাকিয়াভেলিয়ান নয়; নয় কল্পলোকের অভিবাসী বা অসভ্য আমার ভাষা। এটি সত্যপাঠ যদি তুমি অভ্যস্ত হও। সহজাত কাব্যিক জমিচাষ। আটপৌড়ে, সাধারণ ও প্রাকৃতিক কলকব্জার কলা।
বিশ্বাস কর আর না-ই কর এটি গেরস্থালির কাজ; যা কেবল একজন কবিই প্রত্যক্ষ করতে সক্ষম। জীবনসত্যে উদ্ভিন্ন নগ্নসত্যে আমি কখনও উদ্ভ্রান্ত নই; যেখানে গিন্নি ধান ছড়ায় উঠোনে। প্রথাগত ধ্রুপদী ছন্দে। পরিশ্রান্ত চাষী দেহলিতে বসে দম নেয় দ্রুত প্রত্যাবর্তনে। আর আমি সহজেই পেয়ে যাই আমার জন্মগত ভাষা।
Shore of turquoise waters the twilight tile the thirst the yearning hubbub of hearts avid glances at the lonely horizon distance that welcomes loves
babel of languages
on the shores of the beach
and in the Mediterranean breeze
a fragrant sea song full sonorous voice that pours its joy in streets giant squares of stone lost between zephyrs and wide skies
dream of modernity
that wants to achieve its
false prophecy
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The birth of life
Tanja Ajtic ( Canada )
Optimism that spreads and
beautiful nature that sprouts,
and everyone wakes up,
rebirth of life,
re-creating a new one.
I open all the windows wide.
I'm starting a new beginning
in the spring,
when the best time is a small step
forward, wanting love to come.
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THERE WHERE SOUL SLEEPS
Marija Lazarević ( Serbia)
There where soul sleeps you wrapped her in a blanket,
You gave all it needs, watered and heated,
Alone, alone she sings to herself:
God, dear God, peace, peace, peace
Outlaw souls, started taking dream that her souls was dreaming,
A raven loudly caws in her desert,
He was saying, he was dying, peace, peace...
They were taking grain of her sky with sword,
Drop of water shines in her pot,
She fed a lot on crumbs,
Only peace God, give her peace, peace...
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Bunches of poem
Milka J. Šolaja
( Belgrade )
1)
It shines
bathed in dew,
peeking through long lashes
morning of sorrow...
He asks for my tears
we are alone again,
morning and me.
2)
Echo echoes everywhere
there are gaps.
It's raining non-stop,
I tremble a step from sleep,
in the darkness of night we hide tears, you and me.
3)
You were my light
I was your darkness
you are gone forever
I was left alone.
You were my fire,
flaming arrow of the heart
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Beyond prayer
Sabrina De Canio
( Italy )
The mind is a vigilant sentinel
when hay and asbestos
plot fire
against industrious bees,
mothers who watch over their nests,
old people scarred by loneliness
queuing up at the supermarket checkout.
Beyond prayer
among drifting polar bears
whales swollen with plastic
men trapped between sheets of corrugate future.
The knack of daily life
has vanished
all performances
are sold out.
The melody of clattering roof tiles
accompanies the launching
of weary ships
toward ports that are save
but only for us.
People pile up
in cities and in cemeteries
like cheap rugs on a market stall.
There is no accolade
for the cortege
of exertions.
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The Shadow
Stefania Miola ( Italy )
A swallow splits the blue in this hazy spring. In this (no) summer .While in the cavity of a roof the shadows lie (my shadows) Everything touches me to go to stay
with these wings away from you.
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Miracles
Valentina Novković (Serbia)
Fleeing from the crow's wrath,
the dove collects
twigs of memories
of last spring.
In the waiting membrane,
ground dream of a flower,
a fruit and a lip bite.
Spring knows the corridors
where miracles happen.
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Spring March
Alab Sibel ( London )
The air is getting warmer every day
Youth hearts ignite flame
The fire of feeling
That river does not extinguish it either !!
All the good in the world
If they show it to me
I love spring
Like light in the eyes !!
Golden mornings and I want love
Spring March gives me
A fire of love in the bay !!
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Your voice
Eity Mithila ( Bangladesh )
The most pleasant thing of this world
To me it's your voice,
Scarcely had you start talking
I feel inside a pleasant ringing.
I wish if I could shut your mouth
With mine and swallow your words,
And could store inside for long,
They could ring when I am alone.
Wheneve you keep talking
I loss my desire to response,
Because If I interrupt,it will stop
The ambrosia that I am having.
Your voice feed my soul
That was thirsty for a long time,
One kind of heavenly peace spreads
Around me and in every vein of my body.
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Bunches of poem
Chen Hsiu-chen
( Taiwan )
1)
I miss the way
within the zigzag labyrinth of your language.
I turn to read a lot of lofty mountains range
at last
I catch the white deer
in the forest among faint cloudy mists with flower scents.
2)
My door
is prepared for you to open.
What secret is hidden under the magician red scarf?
What God resides in the temple?
What hidden behind the door
is an astonished scenery.
(Translated by Lee Kuei-shien李魁賢)
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Without hope
Victoria Sorea
( Romania )
There is no hope for peace on Earth
The brothers are all enemies right now
The weapons are not quiet either
The crying orphans, look at them!
Nations with same language and same blood
Are fighting, the war is above them!
Watch the spring cry,
The white snow drop is red,
An entire world is in turmoil
And the hymn of peace is not sungt yet!
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Hope
Cristina Serghiescu
( Romania )
All the butterflies of hope are flying,
through the astonished eyes of spring,
The zephyr of the resurrection weaves
thick silks in the heart,
Made of raw green and pure blue,
i'm trying to steal lights again,
Through the frame, the flower lace
they begin to swarm at dawn
And I snow the petals in my palms,
with pink whispers, with calm flames.
A dream blossomed in the clouds,
the heart of the gate opened,
The echo hums in the distance,
the light sings on the path,
The wind blows through the valleys,
my gaze is in your eyes.
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Spring
Galina Dzgoeva
( Russia )
How wonderful spring dawn is!
The new day begins.
Special and sunny footprint,
And how the dawn is inimitable!
Snowdrops island bloomed,
Tulips and violets at the start.
In the valleys of mountain snow came down,
Changes the wind speed in March.
Love spreads its wings.
Soars like a dove above the ground.
Fairy tales become a reality.
The spark begins to burn with a candle.
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The handkerchiefs in the wind
Lăcrimioara Iva-
( Italy )
Twilight’s thigh burns! That's where birds, butterflies and feelings are migrating!
Rainbow on the horizon - colourful slope for the eagle!
A mother's words are like butterfly tears: they cannot be comforted!
I bound my dreams to the wind’s trail and now I understand why birds fly!
The sky is not crashing on flowers because it is supported by the poplar from grandfather’s garden. Oh, if only it could support my age too!
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The bench
Xrisa Nikolaki
(Greece)
Frosty sadness of the glass
runner will melt on the bench of Spring when the chickadee will sing again.
All it takes is a cigar and a kiss to break the loneliness of flakes.
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A Tiny Bud
Gerlinde Staffler
( Italy )
A tiny bud, holding the summer light
Once opened, a jubilation of the sight,
Spilling a colourful smile in world's eyes
Admired by humans, bees and butterflies
Spring is more than a seasonally word
It outpoors the desires of a lively heart
Love filled air, rendezvous in mild wind
Nature's power is ever so fancy and kind
Nothing can supress what is meant to be
Earthly delights elate the spirit to poetry
Gleamy days capture weary limbs and soul
Forgetting in given grace our steady toil
An evidence of cheerful celebration
When all appears in unconfusing relation
An insoluble statement of what I feel
A vast universe of imagines unfolds the real.
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SPRING TIME
Miroslava Panayotova,
( Bulgaria )
In order for the colour spots
above the hill
to spring up in the morning,
to read the message
in the sidewalk tiles,
for to believe
in the white wind
blowing once a year,
sun, youth and greenery
are needed.
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Peace
Dr Patience Chiyangwa
(Zimbabwe)
Enticing heartbeat song of beaming smiles
Souls searching for the strive
Rhythmic joy of gyrating dance triumph
Listen to the loud sound of silence
Echoes of voices of decent
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ANODYNE PATH
Snigdha Shivangi
Showers of love , smell of humanity
What do we call these??
They're the life's positive reality
Blow of anger , roots of jealousy.
It's nothing,,,,,
But the saddest virtuality.
Myriad emotions that flows through the human blood
It's not the almighty but us , who created on these earth
these inhuman flood.
Our brain turns into an evil.
Unlike our heart which is anodyne and posses the strongest will.
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Ewith Bahar (Indonesia)
FUTURE
We build dreams every night
from the stones of hope
which gradually grown as massive towers
From the height
profoundly looking down to see the past
for constructing a future.
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Artist . Mahua Das ( India )
Editor....
Nihar Ranjan Das . India ***************************