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international poetry antology Burning desire! Deep into my heart. There is burning desire. I am deying in emotion. It's my world of fantasy. You keep remembering me every where I go. Your love is holding me forever. Cause my heart and soul stay with you forever. Your single heartbeat I can hear. That is gate of my heart's door. I will keep the candles burning. Let your heart melt in mine. I am living in my dreams. You are my heart and soul. The only thing I know. One desire! I lead my life the way to happiness. Now she takes to me paradise. She holds my hand. And then I understand. Her eyes was burning in fire. With one desire. She opens the eyes my heart. My day really get it's great start. 149

midnight in the garden of peace All the pain and pleasure of mine. It turns to devine. My brink of life is in the refrain. My world become a mid summer nights dream. And all the dreams washes away in a floating stream. A deep sigh! When I am near you. I hear you speak my name softly. When your deep sigh! Softly in my ear you breath flame. When your glancing in my corner of eyes. Suddenly, spark of love cries. You are my present and future. That all died in my past desire. When you fears depart. I surrender my heart. I can feel that spark of love in your heart. When you walk through my mind. All of my future is in you. You can't deny. 150

international poetry antology Punya Devi About Punya Devi is a renowned writer of India who was born in 1959 at Morijhanji, Jorhat, Assam. She is triple MA.She has been writing poems, short stories, novels and other articles since her student life which are published in various news papers and magazines. She is an approved writer of All India Radio. She writes in Assamese, Hindi and English language.Her published books 19(nineteen). Her poems are translated in to different languages. She is awarded and felicitated by different literary organizations of the world .Punya Devi is a humanitarian writer. \"Ever and anon my iconic word\" (My tribute to Nelson Mandela) Ever and anon I love the iconic word that thrilled my mind in romances and made enthusiastic during my adolences Then the echoes of the volcanic word was blowing like a storm through the world reawakening the sense of heroworship in the minds of the new generation That herculean word was imprisoned 151

midnight in the garden of peace in the robben island in distortion who built a sky inside the darkness digging the stony clouds plucked the sunny days for distribution to the people living in supplications Bearing an ocean of kindness when the omnipotent word came out from prison living behind all bitterness of long life when he embraced all foes and pals then the the world heard echoes of the ringing bell, removing the iron chain of salvation The word which I loved in my silver days intermittently, I went to the holy land to see the word nereby, he was the living legend in the chronicles of Black Africa When he opened his eyes, then billions of Peace doves flight to the sky singing the songs of light His innocent smile disarmed enemies and changed them guys When he took breath, the human race became fresh When he was singing the song of humanity, people enjoyed the rhymes of equality He the icon of freedom Nelson Mandela 152

international poetry antology fostered ideology in that fertile soil Where Gandhi's non violence was born In the midst of great turmoil. \"Passion of freedom\" All human bear inside their bosom a burning sense of hungriness for innate right of freedom, to get which the young are always ready to sacrifice everything, leaving their homes becoming fighting horses, scattering roses of blood on their thorny roads Because the thirst of freedom is stronger than the love of their beloved for what they await as draught waits eagerly to hear the rainy songs of summer Freedom, which becoming hope of rays of the sun, walks on door to door of the darkness of eyes of the exploited people, peeping the helpless through theirt leaking roof of huts Becoming dreamful moon at night, bloating the sweating checks of the tired working people, the moon sings lullabies melodiously, inviting sleep for the hungry children 153

midnight in the garden of peace Freedom, hearing whose sounds, the wall of darkness in silence is bound to be broken down, then wearing feathers of birds, hopes and dreams fly to the high singing the songs of the sky, celebrating the rhythm of freedom \"Bridge\" My most favorite man made is Bridge I have faith on all the bridges On which the people came and go From one bank to another Along with them their customs Civilization and cultures are Abridged Standing on a bridge Leaning against the railing I like to see me in the mirror of the river Sometimes I enjoy the race of cockboats Of midge another time spreading fishing nets towards the edge 154

international poetry antology Most often when I think about the workers who put on pillers under the deep water Then my heart becoming to freeze Unfortunately while a bridge blust by black hands then lives of the both banks bleed And ceased Yes, there are available Sand stone and beaks to repair a broken bridge But it is not easy to rejoin or reconstruct the broken conjunction between broken hearts of humen bridge So I am standing as a Knight With a sword of words On the bank of the river of humanity To defend kindness and fraternity For which I make me Pledge. 155

midnight in the garden of peace \"I am aspiring\" My eyes are always in appentency for a rain bathed azure blue sky for flying my bird of will there which is free of bondage free of boundaries free of flood of innocent blood free of pollution of bombard no warhoop heard from anywhere no unwanted oppressions suppressions My ears are foraging to not hear the crying in the wilderness of the hoi polloi migrated to unknown land only to save lives from unexpected cyclone of time not to hear the screaming of birds and howling animals of forest, becoming homeless for occupation of terrorism and enviousness Pathetic scenes of mountains make bleeding by nails of giddiness lamenting rivers which are making breathless for garbage throwing by the selfish senseless cultivation fields devouring by skyscrapers always hurt my heart Hence I am aspiring in the convergence of the commiserations of sea and magnanimous sky for an ocean of 156

international poetry antology super sovereign beningency for the earth which will be reawaking from the specific word human \"My Will On This Birthday\" Today on the first full moon of the spring I am arriving on your golden seashore Where my heart is echoing Since the my first spring of life Being a costermonger Keeping my heart in a silver vessel Guided by the soul of my demsel In quest of a faithful consumer I have been wandering Following the wheel of time Ignoring the call of crime Showing the seeds of love I am arriving the land of hymn Yes, my mother's soul Told me to become bold And to beware of the market Where life can be buyed and sold 157

midnight in the garden of peace Today is the specific first spring Suitable for me to make my will For handed over and taken over Weting in the flower's shower You please do the unsigned sign Giving me a costless cost Assuring me with your Voiceless voice As I am standing face to face On your seashore You pl see where My heart is mirrored Which is hurted by the Heartless arrows You can view the wounded part Floating in the time and tide Fighting with the shadows of night Without compromising with the Storm and thunder I have committed A lots of blunder Yet my heart has not lost it's purity I have saved simplicity and fertility 158

international poetry antology Which will be lead to the divinity For which I have given you authority You embrace my holy river Inside your wavelet feathers As in my river of blood There are no division In the name of different religion You take my evergreen forest Of my purified heart Under your long breath Where there is no separate regions Spreading to the last horizon You may think that I am lunatic No, never, my heart is still poetic Hence I am ever romantic Please let my twilight sky Find all dreams in your eyes Who knows how to honour your dignity In you vast ocean of humanity. 159

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international poetry antology Rhodora Garcia- Medina Rhodora Garcia-Medina advocates for peace, environment and mental health with art and literature serving as her medium to promote and raise awareness on the very sensitive matters of daily living. Many of her poems have already been published in Cultural Magazines and Anthology Books, while her paintings have also been exhibited in different parts of the world. Life vision: love and peace As everyone has a life-vision Serves in reality as a mission That all the more fans the flame of passion Manifests in a variety of self-expression. Filling with love and compassion That emptiness becomes illusion Rightly tracks out the obsession Striving with the joys of fusion. Happiness even with less possession As we work towards progression 161

midnight in the garden of peace In battling all forms of depression For humanity to be lifted off from oppression. Fairness and justice for all is a commission Democracy upheld in full accession Hatred uprooted in cohesion Love and peace intensifies succession. Peace beyond borders Turf Territories Limits Boundaries. Laid out for one common goal Respect for space be observed Upholding peace among all Thus, harmony preserved. Borders Points Ends Margins. Work tirelessly to make ends meet Taking all the heat as to beat 162

international poetry antology Circumstances expanded to be comprehensible As love for peace transcends in ways unfathomable. Peace and humanity Pacifies the heart and mind Eternity we all try to find A true love that bind Compassion that is seen by the blind Everything that should never be left behind. Healing from the pain brought of war Underscore what brought us far Measures combatted to never mar Ambiguity of those at par Never to conceal the shining star Illuminating without tar The truth behind peace that rings from afar Yes, humanity redeemed with peace as stellar! In peace we trust Love and understanding goes together. Growth is seen in many ways Through the influential supervision of our leader Peace is seen as progressive in the succeeding days. 163

midnight in the garden of peace May all of us think of cooperating And live with dignity and unity Give respect for everything To preserve peace in our community. Peace within In search of the answer that we need To the question that lies beneath How peace can be achieved And all heads be adorned with wreath. While all life’s philosophy and mission Centers to creation of a credo Driven by a vision Peace to replace all clashes and rido. An open communication seeking a common ground Prioritizing children and their future Rights be enjoyed and never to injustice be bound And to uphold peace and to live lives that are secure. Be free from all forms of fear Allow cooperation to reign With Leaders lending an ear Peace within be our campaign. 164

international poetry antology Sahadev Behera Biography - Dr. Sahadev Behera is a Govt. Elementary teacher. He has published more than 7 nos of educational books. He has written story, prose and more than 500 poems in Odia, English abd Bengali language. He has Received so many awards from different literary forum throughout nation and abroad. Name - Sahadev Behera, Date of birth- 15/03-1973, At -Mangarajpur, State -Odisha Country -India, Qualification.- M.A, B.Ed, DSEVH, Profession - Govt. Teacher. Hobby -Reading, writing, listening music. Experience - Poet, social activist, international ambassador of peace. Member of United Nations Organisation and many more international organisations. Received Honorary Doctorate. And many more international certificates, awards. Published -More than 7books in regional language. More than 500 articles have published in different international anthology. Language Known-Odia, English, Bengali, Hindi. Responsibility - Moderator and Administrator of different international forum of literature. 1. ASSOCIATION FOR WORLD PEACE AND LITERATURE; Odisha (Founder) 2. Global Literary Temple, Nigeria (Vice president -II Asia) 3. Poetry Warriors, Bhutan (Admin) 4. Odia Sahitya Jagat, Odisha (Admin) 165

midnight in the garden of peace 5. World literary Forum for Peace and Human Rights, Bhutan (Moderator and chief global coordinator) 6. Oxygen Pen, Shri Lanka (Team Leader) 7. Genesis World Writers, Nigeria (Member) 8. One World Writers Movement, Nigeria (member) 9. DEMO GOG (member) 10. Member of international federation of global peace organisation. 12. And many more organisations He has received so many awards such as - 1. Volunteers card from UNO, 2. Volunteer for human rights activities and SDG. 3. International Ambassador of Peace, WLFPH, Bhutan. 4. Iconic international peace Ambassador from WLFPH, Bhutan. 5. Global Peace Ambassador, from IQRA Foundation -2021 6. Global excellence Teacher Award -2020 7. Jayee Rajguru Samnan -2020 8. Akhanda jyoti Sikha samman -2020 9. Ananya Nabajoyti Shiksha Samnan -2021 10. Gangadhar Meher Samman. -2021 11. Poet of the year -2020, Indo Universe Voices of Poetry, 12. Bikshipta Bandhu Samman, -2021 13. Sadhana Samman-2021. 14. Rajo Samman-2021. 15. Mousumi Samman -2021 16. Blue Diamond award -2021. 17. Manabhasa Bandhu Samman -2021 18. International police friends icons award- 2021 17. Honorary Doctorate from Mexico Marrocco 166

international poetry antology A Promise to Humanity Service to mankind is service to God, We the people live with a family world. Without discrimination of sex, caste, creed and colour, Respect to everyone and love to each other. Don't be confused, be sure, take a promise to ensure, The world is lovely, sweet and soft like dove's feather. All brothers and sisters, we are very dearer and nearer We are the sons and daughters as a family member. Change your attitude, be positive towards others feeling and emotion, Share your happiness and joy with friends in World's perception. Eradicate illiteracy, terrorism, blind believes, social taboos, war and curruption, Brotherhoodness and humanity formulate peace, tranquility as a social integration. Every corner of the world blows the breezing wind, Unites us and germinates in the whole world, love, happiness, peace and kind. 167

midnight in the garden of peace Showers the love and emotions to sprout peace and humanity. Hesitate narrowness mind and conflicts, spark the light of joy not cruelty. Live and let live, respect elders and love each other, Being we are the children of a lovely magnanimous mother. Prevent Conflicts Don't be confused, be sure, take a promise to ensure, The world is lovely, sweet and soft like dove's feather. Change your attitude, be positive towards others feeling and emotion, Share your happiness and joy with friends in World's perception. Breezing winds blows everywhere, and unites whole world a nation. Eradicates blindbelievs and eroded cruel traditions for ever in mind, Germinates in the whole world, love, happiness, peace and kind. Wrapped upilliterate, ceasefire the war, ban terrorismand cruelty Showers the love and emotions to sprout peace and humanity. Hesitate narrowness mind and conflicts, spark the light of joy. 168

international poetry antology Santosh Kumar Biswa Biography About the Author Santosh Kumar Biswa is a Bhutanese Author and Poet and is currently working as a Teacher at Damphu Central School, Bhutan. He is an accomplished source of several educational books and poetry anthology and an Inspirational World Peace Agent, in which he promotes peace in his place and around the world through literature. He trades with multiple stems that are related to current issues based on his observations and experiences that needs urgent attention and through his writing, he partakes in his global concerns and tries to point out issues about life and gives examples for more encompassing understanding to uplift peace in the world. He commits his life promoting peace and humility among humanity for better life in the society. He had also studied Global Citizenship education from UNICEF. He is an award winning writer who achieved various laurels from the circle of writing from across the world like; World Icon of Literature Award, New World History Maker of English Poetry Award, Gold Level Award on Poetic Prowess and profundity, Poetic Prowess Award, Poetic Parley Gold Quill Award twice, World Poetic Star Award, Global Literary Society Bronze Star Award, Writer of the Week Award, Eternal Flame's Commendations, Writer Guild of America Honor, Platinum Category Certificate of Honor from Motivational Strips, Edgar Allan Poet American Poet award and many more. Some of the books that he had already published are: The Rhythm of the Butterfly (Poetry Anthology, 2019), Caprice-A Collection of Poems (Poetry Anthology, 2012), Uncomplicated Shakespeare: The Merchant of Venice (2018), Adages: Proverbs from the land of the Thunder Dragon (2014), Encyclopedia of General Knowledge (2013), Songs of Angels (2014), 169

midnight in the garden of peace Understanding Short Stories (2014), Understanding the Novel (2014), The Complete Study Guide to BCSE English (2009), The Complete Guide to ENGLISH I (2013), Bhutan - My Knowledge Bank (2013), Preschool English (2012), Preschool Math (2012) and English Grammar (2010). O Peace! For your Realm to Sparkle O, peace! Where have you gone to? Steadfast to prevail and conquer, The ever virulent corona that exist. All lambs are bleating high, Some are already gone apart. We are holding up in trust For you to show up and guard. Tears are moving like the Nile, Maybe 'cause we lacked in dignity Or our disparity in actual live action, That ever made you to leave. No more peace to see anymore, It appears to be bleak all over, In your absence all got fagged. Come in fairness to embrace all, We implore you in veraciousness, Our spells are echt from the heart. Come to conquer the mortal corona And restore the peace that we had 170

international poetry antology Of euphoria and gaiety always close by. Our promise of regard to cultivate forever, To each other in quality and equality, In your realm to sparkle in haziness, Like the moon, so unadulterated and superb. Let the Devil be in Devil's Shape Satan has arrived, unique makeup, it owns, In every household and in every country. We are to melt our heart as fast as candles And to see our shelters floating like an ark, The revenge, so tactical and gradatory to take. The regard, high in simplicity to declare, By us being reliant, chartless to reality behind, Not in the flesh like to Cain, through Enoch, But had come in different sorts at once for all Pledged to fulfill the promise made to God. The devil, smart as a whip seemed in human To use them as a golem to wipe away forever And to make eviternal waste; a pliant nature, That don't crumble to dismantle it abruptly For its awaiting might to usurp God's earth. 171

midnight in the garden of peace Poles weep with rage owing to dim hopes, By an inch to climb down, too weak to stand And the warmth of mingy air harsh to rub it Under the fiery sun, an ark to float roughly Due to men in devil's mind to ruin and vanish. Let the devil be in devil's shape, always feeble, Ne'er to win, but God's plan to shine for all, With the united hands to create new Eden To relish the gifted nature and to let it glisten So that the snow persist, air to stay fresh. Syllabus of Ants In the colony, I see ants so integrated in lives, Sociable by nature, in communities underground. Like sheep, they're steered by their shepherd For mucho eggs to lay and to build the nation Like a train to march and to entrepot eatage Not for their kind alone, but for other livestock too For vitality to come and hold the ecosystem In the colony to subsist and to take in respect Through global mind to shine through equality Compassion, being their mission of unity. The syllabus uniquely patterned for livelihood, Free of ego, envy, jealousy, racism and hatred 172

international poetry antology For the communal desire hides in every brain, Peace being their common goal, free of conflicts. Alas! What I see loosely of my kind are unkind With the scattered syllabus; no more on clasp. We call ourselves human of superior ability, But our abilities, matchless to the tiny's home In any account to count filled with inequalities. I beg you, oh human, better pray to your idol, To solace you to get hold of their forms and visit, And to incur their education, not what we practiced Back again for a newer syllabus to design For a better world to build, more adept than theirs Or else, they shall spit on us for our deeds. The One and Only The one and only; those mentally vacillant; enervated in the verdict to chase their life, fancy impuissance in others no other things that are decent 'Cause when he sees others doing well. The rusty dust gets in his optics and shouts at the tip of the high hills. Withal, he persists the black sheep, 173

midnight in the garden of peace be distinguished in their eyes among those people who're wise and industrious. Have such people continue with their will to cut into the hole, deep enough until the hell with their typical mind that suits their deeds not to be fitted anywhere among anyone. Solidarity of Minds Peace isn't far if credence becomes alive, Like the bond that show up in the rainbow high slants. The world, so deplorable in its affection in contrasts, Of shades of various cultures to exhibit its worth. Ay man! Wake up, raise your brain before the nightfall, With the light confined by, to break all lacks, of concern, Of convictions and social orders that exist to parcel all, Away from God, for shrillness to welcome. Such flawed gauges, to benefit man, capacity to come, To immingle among all reasons, all living in the double, Away from uneducated traditions, so unrealistic real For heftier bonds to fix, yet for a better future. The cross in confidence, ties those dissimilar to mend, Wake up man, joyfully after, for better stroll towards ages. 174

international poetry antology Selma Kopić Bographie Selma Kopić is a professor of Bosnian language and literature, born in 1962 in Tuzla, Bosnia and Herzegovina. She is the author of two textbooks and one workbook for primary school. She has worked and is working as a coach, reviewer, proofreader... Her stories and poems have been awarded and entered anthologies in BiH and around the world. The most significant awards are: • Third prize \"Mak Dizdar\" for unpublished collection of poems \"Puzzle\", BiH, 2008; • Golden Plaque, \"Poetry of the Year 2020\", Balkan Poetry Union, BiH, 2021; • First prize for a triptych of love poems at the \"Poem above poems\" competition, BiH 2021; • First prize for the best foreign song \"I'm not ready to leave yet\", Italy, 2020. She has published three independent books of poetry: • ''Znak'' ('' The Sign ''), PrinCom Tuzla, • '' The Monument of Love'', Poetry Planet Publishing House, Philippines, • '' Slagalica '' (''The Puzzle''), Darwish Publishing and Translation House, Germany • and the joint collection ‘‘ Cosmic Rainbow ’’ India, with five other authors. 175

midnight in the garden of peace A sudden storm She came unexpectedly, like a sudden storm and conquered the world with great speed. At first we thought she was made up, then she wouldn’t come to us. And she arrived like a tornado destroying everything in front of her. She doesn't care about name, nation, or religion. She doesn't choose who to mow. In this war, she is on one side and the whole world on the other. It isn’t easy to fight an invisible and unknown enemy. She kills in a row, forbids hugging and socializing. The world is united in this unequal struggle. There are many heroes, but also too many victims. Prayers are heard in all the languages of the world, 176

international poetry antology for all the victims, for all the brave saviors. And now, after a year of pain and fear, we hope the end of the pandemic is near. When one day all this becomes a thing of the past, will the lesson be learned? Will we remember how important touch is, how important a hug is, how we are all equal in death and that we should be equal in life as well? Golden flok I swim on my back and sing an old song: \"Is it nice, is it nice, ... my seagull.\" Above me, a flock of tame pigeons flies over the lake in regular formations. I notice that not everyone is white. Pigeons of different colours fly together. The sun is in the west and is very hot, its rays illuminate the flock and the colours of the birds change as the angle changes. 177

midnight in the garden of peace At one point they become all golden. A beautiful sight. Their golden wings flicker and resemble fireflies on a summer night. The sky is crystal clear, golden dots flicker above us and thought is born, there is enough sky and sun for everyone, and, under them, we are all equal and, as such, golden. A little more to last Nights and days, joys and sorrows, birth and death, gray and purple… Everything spins in a circle, goes and comes. We are scared, excited, tired, happy sometimes. But, no matter how hard is the ride, we don't want to get off that carousel. We want to be a part of it, 178

international poetry antology a little more, a little more ... And no one knows how much time he has left. And no matter how uncertain it is, we are surprised by the stop and we are unprepared for the end. We are thirsty for another drop, another moment, before we are covered in dust, before we are enveloped in silence, A little more, a little more, to last. Let's go to the light Ladies, gentlemen, indecisive! What's the problem? There are no difficult decisions. Decisions are easy. Do you know why? Because every time we already know the solution. 179

midnight in the garden of peace In the dark, nothing moves forward. We can always disappear. Let’s try to live on planet Earth. We need to fight for goodness in ourselves because we have to pass it on to others. Let's stop competing in search of fun in someone's defeat. Let's head for the light! Peace Let peace flow as fast as a mountain river, let it warm like the warm rays of the sun! Let peace resound like a song, let it grow like ivy along the walls! Let peace spread like air, let it spill like rain! Let peace fly high like an eagle, let it go fast like a train! 180

international poetry antology Let it spread like good news, let it fall out of all hands! We all need peace like a song, like water, like the sun, like air ... We need it fast, very fast, and it should last, and it should last! Peace in the world, peace with God, peace in the soul, peace for all! You don't need a lot Do you know how small you are when you prove your greatness to someone smaller than you? Do you know how weak you are when you show your strength over someone who is weaker than you? Do you know how cowardly you are when you show your courage by overcoming those who are more powerless than you? When you respond to a gentle word with a curse, when you respond to caressing with rudeness, when you respond to the love given by ignoring it, what do you expect? You’ll get fear in view, humility and retreat, a false image of power and strength. You’ll get everything, but don’t expect respect. 181

midnight in the garden of peace You need so little to be great, and strong and brave! A kind word and a gentle touch are never too much. Hope is all we need Day after day, year after year, the door opens for new things. We cling to the old and the familiar, while waiting to see what life brings. It’s hard for those who live in fear, when they are afraid of future mornings, who are afraid of change and, to them, every day is similar. It’s important to enter the new tomorrow with a smile and embrace the future as an adventure. Life passes at such a speed. To continue the race, hope is all we need. It’s a difficult path We see neither a sunny day nor blossoming valleys when our head is full of problems and worries. And in vain the sun that smiles and the distances that call, in our minds it’s always night and always fall. We carry our head with us wherever we go and our thoughts go with us, and our sorrow. It’s a difficult path and the struggle is unceasing, 182

international poetry antology but such is life, eternal battle and struggling, striving to break the darkness, striving to overcome loneliness. And the desire to light our way on a bright day, that there are no obstacles in our way. It’s hard, but the goal pushes us forward. There in the end, only in the end, are success and reward. There is magic There is something miraculously beautiful in the poet's mind, in how he lowers words into colorful pearls, magical pearls that understand other souls, cling to other hearts and ennoble them. There is a magical way in which poetry manages to touch those who love it. It’s a magic that cannot be explained by science, that the poetic soul understands when it’s by itself, in silence. There is also a miracle above all miracles: with one push of a button, the beads of verse begin to fly and fly around the planet. The world of poets 183

midnight in the garden of peace becomes a world without borders, and such a path is light for others. What a wonderful feeling! A poet sends away his precious pearls, knowing that hundreds of hearts, all over the world, will open to embrace them. Then loneliness is no longer loneliness, then sadness is no longer sadness, wounds don’t hurt so much, because the touch of poetry is the healing touch. The flow of words I keep the words in my bosom to ripen, to each be crystal clear, clear as a clear sky, then, when their time comes, to be ready and come out of me in perfect order. I choose words like you choose roses for a bouquet of love, to be fresh and fragrant, so that when they flow, 184

international poetry antology they flow like fresh spring water that you drink. You drink and you never have enough. I look for words to lower them into pearls. Sometimes it's easy and sometimes they run away from me, and I have to catch them. Words are like a fertile garden full of flowers and fruits. Sometimes there are weeds in that garden. They should be carefully picked and placed in a heart basket, cleansed of thorns and toxins. When it's so pure, the word heals and the wounded hearts drink it thirstily. When the right hour comes, my words will flow, harmonious as a rainbow, gentle as the whisper of leaves. Life takes and life gives, Love life but love lives in all of us. 185

midnight in the garden of peace And just when we think it disappears, in a new form it appears. It’s there in the spring day, in the scent of flowers, in the sunset and on the clear night sky when the stars wink at us. Love is in children's smiles and their games. We fall in love and want to burn in that flame. And when we are separated, love lives in our heart, in our memories. It’s in the smell of food, in the sound of the waves, in the yellowed photos, in old melodies. No one can kill love or replace its trace. Love is what we all need to embrace. 186

international poetry antology Sudheer Sing About Dr. Sudheer Singh MBBS(Born on October 20,1994) in Kaushambi (U.P) India. An Editor, As A writing 140+ Anthology Books as a Co - Author. Multiple World Record Holder- India Book of record, Asia Book Of Records, America Book of records, International Book of records, Bihar Book of records, Maharashtra Book of records two times, OMG Book of records Three Times, Worldwide Top Book of records, Amazing Book of records, Eight Times World Book of records achieve Participation Certificate, Additional Medical Adviser ITMUT Brazil, GTL Country Director, 1000+Multiple National & International Award winners, 4500+ Certificate achieve till Now national and international quizes, Conferences, Webinorsetc. Honorary Doctorate, Honorary Professor, UYG Country Director, GDYLI Global Secretary and GDYLI india president, WCEA Regional Country Director, Chairman of SRADHA TRUST, DIRECTOR of Goal Acquisition Institute, CEO/DIRECTOR Of KGN Humanity Social Services Foundation, Guinness world record Attempt - Thickest Book in the World an sponsorship committee member, most prestigious Honour Pillars of india award 2021 as a jury member. An editor upcoming book The orators Books in Pride of india, Heartbeats of emotion, Shashvat Srajan etc.and an Co -Editor Thickest Book in the World upcoming Guinness world record holder. 187

midnight in the garden of peace Humanitarian services during covid-19 pandemic The source of achieving world peace Doctor's is the back bone of the humanity Doctor's is known second god of the earth. Doctor's is the fullness of peace and humanity. Doctor's is the great humanitarian during covid-19 pandemic. Nurse's is the second back bone of humanity. Nurse's is known as the heart of the hospitals. Nurse's is the fullness of peace and humanity. Nurse's is the great humanitarian during covid-19 pandemic. Socialworker's, police, sweeper great services peace and humanity. Socialworker's, police, sweeper, skeleton system our surrounding society. Socialworker's, Police, sweeper, full fillness of peace and humanity. Socialworker's, Police, sweeper great humanitarian during covid-19 Pandemic. Cooperation, Non domination and liberation between everyone can lead to world peace. Humanity and tolerance is the way of world peace. Humanity and tolerance is the together cooperation spreads world peace. 188

international poetry antology Gender equality, no racism attack in worldwide is world peace. Humanity and peace and tolerance is the simile world peace. Worldwide spreading loves, humanity, peace is allusion of world peace. Tolerance, positive things for humanity is the metaphor of world peace. Some person worldwide is the personified of peace and humanity. Non domination spreading loves in worldwide lead world peace, humanity. World peace and humanity is voice of the lovely heart. Impacts of \"Negative Thoughts\" in achieving World Peace. Negative Thoughts is barriers of world peace. Negative thoughts is birth yet in your mind. So negative thoughts break soul become you blind. Negative thoughts break the tolerance, positivity, peace, humanity. Negative thoughts destroy world peace and world humanity. Negative thoughts is mind barriers peace and humanity. Failures all around the world peace and humanity. Negative thoughts damage your peacefull mind and soul. 189

midnight in the garden of peace Negative thoughts not achieving world peace and humanity. My Dream of a world of peace. My mind and heart dream of a world of peace. My mind and heart dream of a world of peace. Where there all people can live a life to ease. My mind and heart dream of a world of togetherness. Where all people can happiness easist become a world togetherness. My mind and heart dream of a world of happiness. Where there all people is can no sight of selfishness. My mind and heart dream of world all people kindness. Where all people can realise value of love is priceless. My mind and heart dream of a world of peace. Where there all people can live a life to ease. Theme - Tolerance - The source of peace in the community. Title - Tolerance is the best key point of peace. Tolerance is the best method to make peace is the goal. Tolerance is the best ability to face any difficult situation. Tolerance is mutual respect through mutual understanding and make peace. Tolerance is the consequences of humanity, peace in the community. Tolerance the threshold of peace, make peacefull the whole community. 190

international poetry antology Sugar Zedna short bio Born a Filipino with a little Spanish blood (and a dash of caffeine in her bloodstream). Graduated on top of her class from her Master’s Degree in Education major in Teaching in the Early Grades. She was the Editor-in-chief of her college paper. Presently, she’s an English Teacher to young kids, everyday she’s juggling her time as a speaker in various events, hosting programs, designing fashion accessories and WRITING!! She loves to write about human relationships, nature, endless metaphors of human existence and so on. She has written many poems and had won over 200 literary awards and her works had been published in international e-magazines and digital platforms since November 2020. Co-authored several anthologies and had a few interviews by international magazines. Peaceful mind A tranquil mind generates power. If all we see isn't the darkest hour We see ourselves hapless and meek Within seethes a conviction, we aren't weak 191

midnight in the garden of peace As everything will come to pass Even our engraved personas wouldn't last This situation is temporary and a solution will come When we least expect it, optimum results we welcome No matter how bad the situation is There is just one who will never miss as His omnipotence ends all anguish For inside the pit of lamentations we needn't languish God's mercy and grace is all we need To be totally emancipated from man's greed To trust Him with all our life As from His palm we reap our blessings so rife. Genuine kindness Life is never easy As it's a painful process Every day is a struggle Every moment is a step towards our graves. Every happening should be charged to experience Yet it's beyond our comprehension To know why some lay on a bed of roses While others lay on the mud We all live in a human society 192

international poetry antology Where the ideal existence is to be humane Worried lest I'd be starving, I'd give I'm guided by a conscience that breathes And feels the misery of my fellows It goes beyond material aid Having a listening ear, A tight embrace, A warm smile, A nice pat on the shoulder or my mere presence Can do wonders Can move mountains Simple gestures for my heart's simple treasures. Small acts of humanity Humanity is more than just being a philanthropist It is that trait of being humane in an inhuman society. As nomads of the modern world, We fail to realize that we live in excesses We have so much of everything we wanted At any moment Having a heart that shares to the needy, is humanity Being selfless in the midst of our personal predicaments, is humanity Feeding the hungry on the palm of your hand, is humanity Being a person for others, is humanity. 193

midnight in the garden of peace Selfless love The Living Saint As we regarded her Her heart and soul She relentlessly offered She served the poor, The sick and the dying. She opened the door For the blind, the aged, The disabled and lepers. She extended unconditional love To every being in the slums. Mother Theresa, truly you are A Goddess in disguise Your altruistic nature will never be forgotten. Measure of true success Adding titles to your name You thought would bring you fame Attaining degrees in school Wouldn't make you less of a fool The essence of true success Is purely on humanitarian causes A man is revered for good deeds Lauded for feeling every heart that bleeds 194

international poetry antology Humans are we as God made us To pity the hapless without a fuss A little act of compassion Is always a humane reaction We have a lifetime to amass wealth A heart to sustain anyone's health Lest we'd be hungry, let's give For we never know 'til when they'd live Cultivate in our core, the zest to share As what the word needs is our care Help wholeheartedly whenever, wherever Ditch selfish interest whatever the weather. 195

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international poetry antology Suresh Chandra Sarangi About I am Dr. Suresh Chandra Sarangi, Assistant professor of Sanskrit of Amarjyoti College, Bolangir under government of Odisha (India). I have been writing poems, short stories and articles in English since last three decades out of them many poems have been published in national and international online megazines, journals and also translated into different languages. More than 300 times I have been awarded by different National and international organisations. Suresh Chandra Sarangi Odisha, India Beautiful world through my eyes The world is a beautiful creation of God with full of nectar. The sky is full of nectar The mountains are full of nectar The streams are full of nectar The green woods are full of nectar The flowers. The earth The sky The mountains 197

midnight in the garden of peace The ocean The rivers Where ever I am looking through my eyes I am looking nectar. We people are to receive the nectar from the beautiful earth to enjoy it. Nothing is in the world which is unsuitable for you. If you see in the good eyes everything you will look good for you and If you see in the bad eyes everything you will look bad. Nothing in the world is bad rather Everything is good and full of nectar Since the world is a paradise and We are it's inhabitants, We are so fortunate that you have born in the Womb of the heavenly mother and we will sing the song for the greatness of it 198