A Mano is looking at me Waiting and searching The expressions of reflected Chand, Everyone is at...
Poetry
By: Muhammad Adnan Gujjar Muhammad Adnan Gujjar, a distinguished lecturer in English at The University of Chenab,...
I read poetry Until morning Meeting, love, sweet sadness. In front of my eyes are bad legs,...
The heart heals the heart Like an unspoken, charismatic art Fortune of divinity and affinity Calls attention...
Since the beginning of our lives. We have been taught to stretch the strengths of one’s belief...
I have a Castle of Memories Where I often live for as my magical hours Blink and...
On February 24, 2025, under the initiative of our esteemed mentor, Abduvahob Qodirov, we, young enthusiasts of...
The art of translation becomes an act of transcultural alchemy. “A Sign of Dignity”—a poem that stands...
Rustam turned 35 this year. His late mother, Nigora opa, did not live to see these days....
Fading like a yellow leaf, sliding on a bed of dread Tapping from top to an unexpected...