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It has always been said that smoking causes many diffefent types of dangerous diseases like cancer. But according to some experts of World Health Organization (WHO) smoking cigarrette is beneficial to a healthy and a long life. The experts...
An empty house
seeing no light within
Knock knock no replay
Only cries of disappeared man's hollowness
A house with no spirit in it
knowing well the one inside
abandoned it
Disappeared from a long time
With no replay no traces
Loneliness of the house narrating a tale...
The book "fall" is written by Albert Camus, a French philosopher. He was awarded Noble prize in 1957. Albert Camus was an absurdist, though people confuse him to be an anexistentialist. Fall is one of his famous books where...
Once there lived a skeptic man, named Xenos from about 1566 in ancient Ethiopia. During childhood, he always listened myths, specially Greek myths from his grandfather. Xenos always saw his father worshipping gods, having same bodies and images as...
0“A craving for love” is an excellent novel, authored by a well-known Balochi writer, Ghani Parwaz and was translated into English by Amjad Bojair in 2014. The book itself in Balochi language was published in 2000 by Jamshad Publications,...
The places I have seen hunt me
The girl with the anklet in her feet,
Wants to dance her heart out
But dust followed her
with chains of slavery instead of anklets in her feet
Her fate give her the dusty border
red with her...
Stranger
Balochi Poetry: Pazeer GM
English Translation: Nabeel Armaan
Tis life
Tis servitude
Night's color is the delightness of walls and streets
My feet are detached from my wheat skined land
Stranger come here
Moving where
Will you not bind the salt of river with your throat
That it...
The book “Energy Addict” is written by an American author Jon Gordon in 2004. This book has been sold throughout the globe with the translation of several languages because of its uniqueness.
Energy Addict is all about the secret of...
Like a shadeless tree
The world around me
Is still appeased
And looks ugly
No one awaits
And often everyone eludes
Thence I face the sun,
Moon and wind alone
No dewdrops emboss on me
For I am not green anymore
No wind blows across
For I am in utter...