Monday, May 1, 2023

MAY 2023 ISSUE NO 98













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MAY 2023

NILAVRONILL: Why do literature and poetry in particular interest you so much? Please give us some idea about your own perception of literature or poetry in general.

GITA MOHANTY: Literature is a vast ocean, which keeps nourishing the human civilization since ages. It sustains, enriches and empowers the human values, ethics, emotions and their expressions. It’s a reflector index of any civilization. The grace and aesthetics of art and literature shape the human minds and justify the gifted ability of imagination and its expression. It refines the intellects in the most elegant way to explore beyond the realm of human minds and understandings, even beyond the matrix of space and time. There comes the evolution of philosophers, thinkers, reformers, leaders, artists, writers and poets who justify the latest evolutionary trend of “intellectual evolution” in multiple dimensions and still striving towards the imagination of those dimensionless dimensions even. As breathing is a spontaneous process of any living being, I simply breathe literature even being an ignorant entity simply by existing in the cosmic atmosphere of literature.

To me poetry is the beautiful pendant in the neckless of literature.  Initially when I started writing poem, I thought it’s love, passion, slowly I have realized it’s way deeper than those emotions, it’s rather an internal conversation with my own soul. A continuous inner voice within. It’s like breathing, that obvious thing to me. An integral part of me. Literally, I live that awakening nostalgia as an integral component of liveliness of life, a precious gift of my persona, which I am thankful for.

NILAVRONILL: How do you relate your own self existence with your literary life in one hand, and the time around you, in the other.

GITA MOHANTY: Like a spring flow in the nature, I feel a continuous flow of poetry within, sometimes with it’s beautiful reverberation of vibrations, and sometimes even more elegantly with silence tone, both I hear. If that sphere of time and life allows me, I write them down, if not they get assimilated in me again to emerge in another time, maybe in another form. By profession, I am a full-time assistant professor biology in a university, which takes, my time for teaching, research and several academic responsibilities. Apart from that, I am engaged with a motivated group in serving visually impaired and economically challenged student’s college education and self-sustenance support. Interactions with those students and working for them takes quite a lot of time, which is an integral part of my life. I too have a young family with two children. I love gardening and occasional painting too. Even though I am occupied with several activities, somehow love for poetry gets accommodated easily. Every day I write. It is a natural habit rather poetry is an addiction. It is a persistent hangover in me. 

NILAVRONILL: Do you believe creative souls flourish more in turmoil than in peace?

GITA MOHANTY: To some extent yes, I believe so. I would say creative souls are more emotional, sensitive and sensible too. Personally, I feel creative souls are more delicate in nature and affected more by turmoil. Happy or sad they experience it in many folds extra than the other people. However, flourishing more in turmoil or in peace is dependent on the personal perspective, e.g., types of thoughts, understanding, analysing abilities, knowledge, faith, believe, and the experience and the environment the mind of a creative soul grown with.

NILAVRONILL: Do you think in this age of information and technology the dimensions of literature have been largely extended beyond our preconceived ideas about literature in general?

GITA MOHANTY: Yes, and I would take that positively. I’m never against the information and technology, I belong to a science and research fraternity. Every research is a quantum of intellectual philosophy, a different kind of poetry, bit different rhythm and flow. Poetry should not be restricted to any single area or it should not be confined with preconceived ideas. Literature needs to be accommodative for a broader spectrum of ideas and experiences. The spontaneous flow of literature need not have any boundary. Let it be versatile and universal accepting and embracing different thoughts and ideas form different realm.   

NILAVRONILL: Now, in this changing scenario we would like to know from your own life experiences as a poet, writer and a creative soul: How do you respond to this present time?

GITA MOHANTY: It is a wonderful experience and feeling to be able to express my thoughts and emotions. I feel blessed for that gifted ability, that extra sensitivity. A creative heart makes us more observant, more attentive, focused, more caring and loving in nature. Creativity makes us compassionate and forgiving. A creative mind knows to live in subtleness and enjoys the fine aspects of life. A creative soul aspires for unique and exceptional experiences and in their extraordinary way of expressions.  

Several poetry web sites helped me by providing their beautiful poetry platforms and loving supports from their founders and supportive admins. Huge number of loving readers in all those poetry sites have showered their love, affection, appreciations and blessings. They have enriched my thoughts and emotions with their amazing interpretations, insightful analysis and sometimes with healthy criticisms also.  Some eminent poets I admire their excellent literary skills, themes and fine ways of presentations, where I would like to mention your name dear esteemed poet NilavroNill. I admire your impressive writing. I always love to learn from your rich literary experience and it’s a pleasure to hear the valuable guidance from you.

I never write to achieve an award or for an appreciation, even when I used to participate in various kinds of poetry contests in different international poetry platforms. I used to write in the contests (now it’s rare unless and until on the theme I feel like writing), because I used to love to participate and write on different themes. Moreover, yes in the process if I get appreciated, I feel humbled and honored, and definitely it gives me a feel of responsibility of my role as a poet to contribute responsibly and lovingly. My loving readers’ genuine and thoughtful appreciations, encouragements, suggestions, blessings are definitely inspiring for me; it gives a good feel when you know you are able to touch hearts. It is like a blessing I take. If I’m not get awarded, I never felt bad about it, as the intention behind was not for getting an appreciation, it was for a love for participation, love for writing. At times, I face challenges both internally and externally. My internal challenges are to maintain the values, ethics and to be truthful to myself against tempting and provoking emotions, to satisfy my craving of unique creativity. My external challenges are expectations of my readers, time management and execution of freedom of expression.   

NILAVRONILL: Do you believe that all writers are by and large the product of their nationality? And is this an incentive for or an obstacle against becoming a truly international writer?

GITA MOHANTY: I do not think so. Though the nationality and background can influence a writer up to certain extent but does not control the mind and expressions of a truly creative being. Mind is never restricted by any geographical boundary; even it is beyond an international boundary too. A true creative mind’s creativity is universal, embracing the entire universe and its habitants. However, the love for mother and mother land and certain cultural habits and nature are obvious, and its influence on writing would definitely be there and it should be but it does not limit to be international or universal, rather that love teaches to integrate beautifully.   

NILAVRONILL: Now, if we try to understand the tradition and modernism, do you think literature can play a pivotal role in it?  If so, how? Again, how can an individual writer relate himself or herself to the tradition and to modernism?

GITA MOHANTY: I believe modernism itself is a traditional process of being initially initiated from the traditions only and slowly a little bit deviation in its thoughts and approach as per contemporary norms, standards and advancement in the way of living and thinking. Literature beautifully balances both the aspects of our thoughts in both tradition and modernism. 

NILAVRONILL: Do you think literary criticism has much to do with the development of a poet and the true understanding of his or her poetry?

GITA MOHANTY: Yes. However, literary criticism need to be genuine and healthy. Criticising being must have the worth and ability to criticize. If the criticism for a true sense to help someone to rectify or improve, must always be welcome. If it is, a sallow intention to criticise that definitely should not be accepted or encouraged.  


NILAVRONILL: Do you think society as a whole is the key factor in shaping you up as a poet, or your poetry altogether?

GITA MOHANTY: Society definitely have role and contribution but does not control my thoughts and creativity.  I have my “own something” which is not influenced or regulated by the external factors. Social rules and responsibilities, fair and unfair treatments, discriminations against gender, sexual orientations, nationality, ethnicity, race, skin colours and many such things provoke my mind to raise a voice against unfairness. Some beautiful human values and activities in the society encourage to praise and appreciate the entities. However, in each writing the sole thought and decision is not driven by the society. That is mine. Purely mine, unbiased and uninfluenced. My personal understanding, intellect and my core value shapes my thoughts and creativity to a greater extent.

NILAVRONILL: Do you think people in general actually bother about literature?  Do you think this consumerist world is turning the average man away from serious literature?

GITA MOHANTY: Literature is not a thing to be bothered about. It is a thing to be fallen for. Just kidding. Jokes apart. Yes, I do feel so. Mechanical life, materialistic mind, unwanted wants, lack of realization between need and want of life; temptations to compromise the ethics and values; unlimited list to satisfy the cravings, unhealthy competitions squeezing the space of beautiful human minds and as well as the affinity towards the serious literature. Unfortunate but true.

NILAVRONILL: We would like to know the factors and the peoples who have influenced you immensely in the growing phase of your literary life.

GITA MOHANTY: My revered mother, who was a literature teacher and principal by profession. She made me experience the euphoria of literature since my early days of life. Whether it is a recitation of verse or attention to the lyrics in a beautiful composition, it all started with her inspiration to step in to the beautiful world of literature. Her institute library always used to fill with the various literatures, new novels and many more. During my initial college days, I used to be a voracious reader spending hours in libraries. My loving father, though he was a science scholar, but he too was inclined to literature, he used to write in several local literary magazines, newspapers and he wrote two books too. May be pretty much I have inherited the love for literature from home itself.  Latter on many national and international writers, poets and philosophers enriched my thoughts and emotions largely. Several eminent writers of my Indian regional language influenced my love for literature. Among them, I would like to mention two important names, whom I mostly read during my early college days are Manoj Das, and Pratibha Ray who created a ripple in my mind and influenced my thoughts to a greater extent. In present days several contemporary poets I love to read and admire, few of my favorite names are Zan Johns, Clive Norman, Kenneth Maswabi, Swapna Behera, Corina Junghiatu, Binod Kumar Jain, Annette Tarpley, Melissa Begley, Sai Prakash, Ramakanta Das and of course my dear esteemed NilavroNil. 

Nature and its natural components often played an important role and inspired me a lot. Specially the ocean and the sky; the vast aspects of the cosmos. Moreover, the nanoscale of life in comparison to the cosmic vastness made me think a lot about its minuteness, perfection and sophistication of creation of life. It’s not always about all beautiful things and feelings, many time it’s about a sad symphony, sometimes we come across suppressed oppressed beings, many suffering, any individual or creatures creates a sad symphony, that’s also a poetry to me. Literally every being, the nature, the surrounding, the cosmos and beyond are conceived in my poem. It is the liveliness of life, and also the cold embrace of nothingness, it’s the peace of void and awareness of my conscious. Poetry is a divine enlightenment, evolves, and motivates me to be a better being.

NILAVRONILL: How would you evaluate your contemporaries and what are your aspirations for or expectation from the younger generation?

GITA MOHANTY: I would say every being is unique some way or other, maybe or may not be I have enough knowledge and understanding to evaluate others. I refrain myself from evaluating others. The younger generation are smart and matured enough to represent their thoughts. I would just say to pour their hearts and souls, poetry flows automatically. Nothing much is needed. We all breathe. Poetry is like breathing. It is that natural. However, only when we sit down and concentrate on our breathing, it becomes meditation, and that attentive attention to emotions, incidents, in physical, metaphysical and beyond becomes poetry. So that fine-tuning of attentiveness is needed for alignment with the vastness and to compose a composition. The last thing I would like to say to my loving younger generation that poetry is not always entertainment; it’s a serious responsibility and much more. 


NILAVRONILL: Humanity has suffered immensely in the past, and is still suffering around the world. We all know it well. But are you hopeful about our future?

GITA MOHANTY: Yes. Yes, I’m always hopeful against every odd. Positivity and goodness have to survive at the end. How dense is the darkness of night, it always melts down just with a touch of a morning ray.


NILAVRONILL: What role can literature in general play to bring a better day for every human being?

GITA MOHANTY: A good literature can boost the moral, empower a weak, can motivate an oppressed to raise the voice, and can create an awareness about rights and responsibilities, allows ventilating the suppressed sorrows and agonies and the aesthetics of poetry can make one fall in love with life to its fullest. A good poetry can make a being loving and compassionate.  


GITA MOHANTY is an assistant Biology professor in USA, Ph.D. from Indian Institute of Technology (IIT) Bombay, India, and post-doctorate from McGill University, Montreal, Canada, in Environmental Science and Engineering. She is a passionate poetry writer, with a compassionate heart and beautiful mind. She has written more than one thousand five hundred (1500) poems so far and many are published in various online poetry forums/platforms, literary web magazines, e-journals and several anthologies. Poetry to her is an inner conversation with her own soul, who believes in free flowing and spreading smile across. She also likes painting, photography, reading, philosophy and interacting with nature. She is motivated in serving the unprivileged and presently working for the visually impaired and economically challenged student’s college/university higher education support and their self-sustenance. She believes, unconditional love and compassion are the most elegant characteristics of a true being.






Slowly I was drawn

Into the embrace

The embrace of ocean

And it’s oceanic emotions


What was my existence!

A feeble biological signature only, in its mighty arms of waves

I was floating merely like a zoo-plankton

Under the direction and whims of its mighty whirlpool

For the very first time I realized my insignificance

Against its vastness

Other than surrendering myself

To the time and its tide of emotive emotions

No better option I could have opt for


Yet, I can’t say its because of, my longing love for vastness of blue

Or, it’s the impressive impression, the vastness’ impressed me without any clue


I was drawn further and farther

Near to nearer

Close to closer

Deep to deeper

To the intense embrace

To an ultimate confinement

Where my breathing was submerged completely

I became unheard to myself


I felt as if I’m a tiny star

Where my move is completely compromised

By the overwhelming gravity of the gravitational force

Of my sheltering galaxy

I didn’t have a say, other than falling into its whirlpool of emotions

And automatically dragged into it



I didn’t hesitate

I didn’t hesitate at all, neither I struggled

Rather easily I allowed myself

To slip into its ever longing blue embrace

Keeping my calm eyes engaged with its fascinating deep horizon

I embraced the entire ocean

In my oceanic mind

And all of a sudden

Ocean started surrendering its soul to me

The waves parted making my way

In mid of the ocean

Parts of the ocean were trickling down from the tip of my long tresses and curls

I walked to my shore being invincible against the vastness

Holding its gifted heart and soul in mine.

Copyright©Dr. Gita Mohanty


A Beautiful Mismatch


Dr. Gita Mohanty


You feel, at your level

And I, at my level

You say, whatever you feel

And I don’t reveal

Easily you express

Uneasily I maintain my silence

Your expressions are instant

My thoughts are even hesitant

For you, words are free

For me they are costly

You spend them anyway

I think, if at all I can pay

You just say

But I weigh


Before I say

I ask the wish and intentions of each word

I cheek my affordability afterwards

I weigh them in balance

I put them in different equations

I confirm with my hesitations

I console my emotions

I unheard the provocations

I take permission, from the situation

I do all the estimations

Then I check with the time

That, is it the right time to say something!

But you are like an unruly wild storm

Without any direction, without much of concern

Your expressions are spontaneous like a fountain

And my words sit on the meditation, often

Your faults are always by default

About pros and cons, I think a lot


You admire the painting

And I feel the intensities of the paints behind

You see the abstract and appreciate

I pay attention to the signature and gauge the emotions of the artist in the portrait

Casually you live in a moment, in an instant

Careful I connect the dots and I live beyond that


You are obvious and spontaneous

And I’m reserved and judicious

You go by heart

And I prefer to go by mind

We both are of different kinds

Your aspect

And my prospect

Always a beautiful mismatch!

Copyright©Dr. Gita Mohanty




I’m not that roasted premium black bean coffee, happily you would grind me

Or I’m not lying in cafeteria also, where easily you can pick me,

I’m not a cappuccino or mocha,

That you would just sip me,

Neither am I your coffee or lait,

That you would simply mix me,

Not even the evaporating flavor you see,

Closing your eyes, your passionate nose would be able to kiss me


I’m not a spoon of sugar or a cube of saccharine,

You can assimilate my sweetness by swirling and twirling,

My persistent existence, it’s impossible to dissolve me,

I’m certainly not the fancy and glossy cream you can layer me,

You would relish and glare me,

I’m not your instant coffee,

As and when you wish, you can have me


I’m not any transparent presentable cup,

Holding me certainly you shouldn’t hope

I’m not the piping heat of it’

To give the warmth to your raw emotions’ outfit,

Neither I’m the cold coffee, my iced nature for soothing you a bit


Rather I’m the solitude soul of it,

The caffeine,

That predominant intense bitter feeling,

That monarchist queen,

I’m not to be ruled,

I’m here for ruling,

That inherent intoxication,

keep you awakened and remind,

I’m not to be opted,

Quit me in order to sustain,

Allowing you your life, you need to maintain.

Copyright©Dr. Gita Mohanty


Silent Embrace



Full of essence


Full of voidness


Full of blankness


Full of null-ness


Full of emptiness


Full of nothingness

All these comprises a beautiful world

Conveying all the meaning

Only between You and me

That ever persistent keenness

And also, that ever lingering aloofness

To the world

It may be meaningless

But You only know it

That’s my solace in Your silent embrace.

Copyright©Dr. Gita Mohanty




A pause

A sudden stop!

A stretched time

Beyond its elasticity of endurance

As if an incomplete task

Simply dropped out from the memory

A silence

Way louder than voice

Is void being something like unheard noise!


A void in a blank look

A void in the mind

A void in relations

A void in the cosmos

A void in the universe

A void in me

And a void you see


A void in life

A void in death

A void in afterlife

A void in between the lives

Or in void, exists the chunks of lives

Or the underlying string itself is the void and everything else are the beads on it


For a silent conversation

With whom!

The self

The ignorant self

Or the knower of consciousness

Whoever they, what do they say



Layers of emotions

Folded carefully

Like ironed clothes

Finally, after the last layer

Digging down the time

Hunting all the memories

Beyond everything,

Finally, a see-through void!


Or as if earth’s core

Deeper and deeper

Towards the center

The inner core

Too much of pressure

Solid like body, molten like heart and emotions in vapor

And what’s in vapor

Except void!


Or like a cosmic sphere

An undefined aloofness

A wondering inquisitiveness

Forced down

To witness the utter void!


Or a black hole

Mighty gravitational force

Pulling everything towards itself

To devour everything

To vanish the existence

For a complete

Void of nothingness

And again, to regenerate everything, out of nothing!

Copyright©Dr. Gita Mohanty




GITA MOHANTY is an assistant Biology professor in USA, Ph.D. from Indian Institute of Technology (IIT) Bombay, India, and post-doctorate from McGill University, Montreal, Canada, in Environmental Science and Engineering. She is a passionate poetry writer, with a compassionate heart and beautiful mind. She has written more than one thousand five hundred (1500) poems so far and many are published in various online poetry forums/platforms, literary web magazines, e-journals and several anthologies. Poetry to her is an inner conversation with her own soul, who believes in free flowing and spreading smile across. She also likes painting, photography, reading, philosophy and interacting with nature. She is motivated in serving the unprivileged and presently working for the visually impaired and economically challenged student’s college/university higher education support and their self-sustenance. She believes, unconditional love and compassion are the most elegant characteristics of a true being.






Rain… is a piece of my massive heart

Which is falling down like a wrecked glass.

And a brown leaf, an old tree –

Wishes of my poor sister

Which were waited a long and never came true.

They burned hope

Collecting it like the leaves of autumn.

It is still smoking.

That smoke makes eyes weep, makes heart cry.

Someone tries to hide himself,

Others peep from a hole

So as not to get wet or sick

Thanks to the pieces of my heart.

Oh, the Mother Earth, no one except you

Understand me like my mum.

I am absorbing into you slowly and slowly

Now as to end your sorrow

And to finish your pains,

To fulfill your dreams

I am absorbing into your roots, sister.




The midnight

My soul leans on stooped willow.

Rain washes faces of my dreams.

Tongue of my eyes blossom so well

Rainy streets consume my footprints.


The midnight

My pains are tangled like an ocean wave,

They yell to the seashore like an angry dog.

I want to present you my only heart but

You do not need it – what an epilogue.


The midnight

Rain and snow fall in a mixed way,

Curtains of blind fog will be torn down.

All I have will collapse like an old wall,

Heart faces great torture till the dawn.


The midnight

Moon is full, stars are bright, night is calm

My eyes get tired of waiting for you, love.

Like a feather, my soul moves to the stars

I am to stay in this loveless world, though.


The midnight…




Lightning, a skillful artist, gets ready

Shoots the beauty of nature in one.

Wind, adroit helper, running all the way

Makes the hair of girlish trees done.


Suddenly, making a threatening noise

Jealous rain arrives there in hurry.

Being vexed, it expels the wind and,

Slaps all the trees without sorry.


Instantly the leaves sigh in horror

The tree shouts: “Go away, please!”

Morning. Rain stops with all regret,

Trace of slap is seen in tree’s phiz.


Translated Into English By Shokhrukh Usmonov




ZILOLA KHUJANIYOZOVA: She was born in 1973 in Kashkadarya region. Member of the Union of Writers of Uzbekistan. Winner of the Ulugbek Award. She is the author of about ten poetry and publicist books.



Mathematic Of The Wind


I'd like to sit in a chair on the veranda with my eyes closed

And listen to the wind, I do not know why.

The wind brings the rustle of leaves, it was exposed.

One leaf broke off and fell to the ground nearby.


I caught the sound of falling, it not wounds

And the quiet susurration of its movement on the floor.

A soundless flight was between the sounds.

Its sensation gives a transcendental state, but I wanted more.


The silent flight connects two sounds

Which the leaf produces without floor grinding.

This is a snippet of a tune sounding around

This is the melody my magnolia is singing.


Autumn evokes a lyrical sad mood,

And the wind is an imaginary instrument,

Which awakens the sounds of the soul very good

There is no boundary between the sounds as an event.


This is what autumn sounds like.


The Morning After Low Tide.


Footprints on the sea bottom like a washboard

The sea was cleaning the bottom all night.

All the crabs and shrimps hid under the stones and boards.

Only shells remained that could not hide.


The wind blew all night tirelessly, and by morning it stops,

In the puddles on the asphalt, the water calmed down.

The blue sky is reflected in them, and a sunray pops.

Lonely cars and people appeared, and life returned to the town.


Sunset In Ocean Springs.


Already the sun is rolling towards sunset and fading my soul balance.

And the wind in the park carries leaves and fluffs through the air.

They circle above me and suddenly soar all at ones

And they fly away, but sadness comes with the sorrow in pair.


Flowers fold their petals suddenly, and butterflies fly away as mad.

They fly fast like years of youth, I can't hold them, only remember.

My first reveries have changed like flowers, they are almost dead.

I am waiting the March, and everything will come to life, and now it's December.


The Moon


The moon has risen, my goddess of the night,

The rustles hide in the woodland shade;

I hear someone's laughter of unknown delight

This shadow may lead to my happiness gate.


It's hard among unknown spirits solitary rove,

To the night's shade, I doubt of the soul confide;

Silently the moon illuminates the silent grove,

And the moon makes my thoughts bright.


Oh moon, you are the queen of my dreams from the sky height,

I feel your charms of the night and have the endless drew;

The sky of my Tennessee today without a veil of the cloud's night;

The moon caresses my heart and my wide-open eyes too.


Uncertain Future


I don't know how it happened. 

After the kiss, your eyes changed shape. 

This transformation can't be explained, 

It is as a clip from a horror movie tape.


Your love transformed into a time machine.

The machine changes old stars to new ones.

Maybe I'm tired of life and need medicine?

Maybe you lost your trust in our life balance?


The static noise in our relations began not far away.

It means the uncertainty of our tomorrow.

I see how in your eyes began to fade star way.

Because your love faded, my heart was filled with sorrow.


I hope our souls can renew the love. 

I can't take my eyes off you. 

Why are the angels silent above? 

I feel we can transfer the color of the sky from grey to blue




VLADIMIR DOLGOV: Born in 1951 in the USSR, graduated from LITLP with a degree in Polymer Technology. In 1991 moved to the United States. He is interested in ancient history, reads a lot about Buddhism and Hinduism, and loves ancient Chinese and Japanese authors.  He makes drawings, loves jazz, and sometimes plays improvisations. He has retired and live on the Gulf coast. He loves to swim and ride bike. He is politically neutral. He considers the preservation of the planet's environment to be the main one.



Way To You



how many years are in my tears

how many lilies are

on your palms that I can no longer see.


You are a sound in the birch trees,

a smile in the winds

that are always gentle to me.

You are that seed of love

that always grows

into an indestructible tree of eternity.

Mother, your robes are silk,

the pain is gone,

now only divine lyres show me

the way to you.




An old woman in front of the store

wipes her tears

with one end of her handkerchief,

passers-by look on with contempt

in several

bouquets of chrysanthemums that he sells.

They don’t understand:

It isn’ts  a woman,

It is a stone that learned to laugh

after heavy rains,

it is

a bell that will never be silenced,

she is a thought that has found its way

to eternity.

That’s why her words are soft,


That’s why her chrysanthemums

are children of joy

that only the chosen ones

can enjoy.


Our Hearts


Our hearts have found

the shelter of squirrels

and now they are jumping,

looking forward to acorns,

hazelnuts, dreams...


They are a spectrum

that not everyone can see.

On the rope that stretches endlessly,

our hearts hang wonderful fruits,

secret messages,

the smell of the first violets.


Because of them,

the Sun does not go to rest,

that's why our eyes always shine.




VALENTINA NOVKOVIĆ (Serbia), graduate philologist, poet, prose writer, literary translator. Editor in a publishing house. Published four book of poems (Timeless 2014, Drop by drop 2018, Riddles of Tenderness, 2020,Poems to the Heaven, 2022, which won the first prize at the Fifth Drina Literary Meeting) and one prose book (Two hours from reality, 2020), Winner of many awards for poetry and prose as well as for translations. The book of stories by the famous writer and translator Rahim Karimov, "Stories for youbg people" Alma, 2019, which she translated into Serbian, received the award for the best translated prose book in 2019 by Literary Translators. Her verses have been translated into 16 world languages, and the book Odgonetke nežnosti was translated into Romanian in 2022 (Leo Butnaru translator, Timpul publisher.) She has translated individual stories and poems of more than 300 authors into Serbian, interviewed all important creators around the world and interviews were published in more widely read newspapers or magazines for culture and art. Member of the Association of Writers of Serbia and Kazakhstan, the Serbian Literary Association, and many associations in the world. Editor and host of the forum "Literary Conversations".