*My velvet poem* And I searched In the city About another coat.. Enveloping the outburst of my poem It warms

TARANA TURAN RAHİMLİ Tarana Turan Rahimli was born into an educated family on February 20, in 1970, in Baku, the

I feel I feel my heart unstitche sewn with weaknesses and every sudden movement will be able to break them

THE BURNING BOAT I had burnt my boat When I crossed the sea I was then alone Only my shadow

The Noble Exchange Moments spent in solitude and reflection, Enshrined in golden memories that are uniquely mine, Engaging in light

My mom’s cookies Ingredients: “All kind of flour, some dates, a bit of oil, cardamom, splash of water, and pinch

Life is name and fame Life is not to live days ,month and year Never to eat ,drink and be

YOUR EYES IN GLASS OF SORROW Your eyes in glass of sorrow, rosemary scent and picture on the lap. Memories

Title:- Deleterious war Poet:- Dr. Laxmikanta Dash, India War is not a golden gift for nation Sentiments of war invites

Philosophical poem= Dual entities in the Existence= Ego and Other They coexist together By Doctor Abdeljabbar Choukri Psychologist, Sociologist, Poet