underground rumbles ...
on the cracked pavements
deserted
vehicles
Tuyet Van Do
evening
river of
cars
flows slowly
Jovana Dragojlovic
winter
evening
winds whisper a song
of the frost
Jovana
Dragojlovic
and this March
is a prisoner
war madness —
in the gardens
only
ashes
Zdenka Mlinar
~~
i
ovaj ožujak
je zarobljenik
ratnog ludila —
u vrtovima
samo
pepeo
Zdenka
Mlinar
Spring
on a meadow
of my childhood —
a bouquet of daisies
for
mom
Zdenka
Mlinar
~~
proljeće
na livadi
mojeg djetinjstva —
buket tratinčica
za mamu
Zdenka
Mlinar
At night
A firefly with its light..
My thoughts
Very often get the address
To
send a letter to my inertia.
Partha Sarkar
fifty-eight
the age my father
never
reached
Vandana Parashar
therapy
lying on my back
watching
the sky
Vandana Parashar