Usha Bhadauria, Dian Andamari Sree Sarkar, Tembo John, Jaspal Singh Rana, Lucid Alora

Nisarg Behera

Usha Bhadauria - London, UK

She was on a ventilator for four days. Doctors tried everything they could, but it was all in vain. Her husband and relatives emerged from the ICU with a troubled expression, ready to question the doctors about her condition at any moment. But, there was only one response: "Can't say anything right now."

Eight-year-old son Chirag, standing near, holding the doctor's hand, wept and said, "Doctor Uncle, tell Mumma, Chirag is hungry, she will definitely get up in a second. This is how I always wake up my sleeping mother!

Everyone's eyes were dripping wet!! 

GLOBALSTORYPOETRY

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Dian

Andamari - Indonesia

WRONG ...

When I was a child, around 6 or 7 years old, my mom and I went to a department store. We arrived there around 30 minutes long by bus. My mom looked for a cloth for her.

She was busy choosing one among many clothes. It was very long and I bored.

I looked around, there were many statues with beautiful dresses.

I started to take the below side at front of the dress and made it up, I wondered what color inside the dress (usually the dress consists of two plies with the similar or same color). While questing a color, I did it, then left the inside of the dress, and I would be happy if I was right. Again and again, I came to another statue. I felt no bored anymore. Until I did not realize that I was far from my mom.

I was still busy with the statues, inside of a dress and its color. I thought it was the last statue, but when I turned back, I was happy; it was still. Hurriedly I took the dress up using both of my hands, but suddenly I heard the angry voice of a woman.

When I looked above, where the voice had come, I was really really surprised. It was a face of a woman, and the dress I had taken up was hers. It was not a statue, OMG I run as fast as possible toward my mom, "Mom", I screamed afraid. 

GLOBALSTORYPOETRY HEART Break

Sree Sarkar - Kolkata, India

Tembo John – Lusaka, Zambia

I’M HUMANITY

Once upon a time; I'm a story, Told from shadows of a burning candle,

In a wet- season, I'm a storm, And a grey cloud, Giving birth to rain, When the sky is dark,

My aim, Is to make the earth green.

GLOBALSTORYPOETRY Family is forever

Jaspal Singh Rana

- Haridwar, India

A restaurant near my house has become a regular haunt of mine. I go there three times a week. I sit in a corner, read a book or try to string my haphazard thoughts into meaningful sentences. A few hours of uninterrupted reading sets my soul soaring. I look forward to spending some quality time there. However, something unexpected happened during my last visit. I was busy poring over a book, the restaurant was almost full. I could hear the exchange of warm pleasantries, snappy back and forth conversations, people making small talk, and a group of giggly teenagers bursting out into loud guffaws.

suddenly, I saw a couple having a blazing row. A heavyset man in his thirties was shouting at his wife, while his two children were crying uncontrollably. The brutal and coarse language he chose to attack his wife left me utterly shocked. By now the woman too was shouting. Insults were flying thick and fast. They were shredding each other's dignity in full public view. It didn't stop there, other members of their family also joined in and started shouting. The happy scene at the restaurant swiftly degenerated into a fracas. This incident made me sad.

I understand that conflicts are unavoidable in a close relationship. There are days when we find ourselves out of tune with our family members. But why do we have to wash our dirty linen in public?

We can sort out our conflicts at home. We shouldn't make a mockery of ourselves. Moreover, I believe that we should solve these issues amicably. We shouldn't slash each other's hearts with razor-sharp words. We are usually polite to strangers, but at home, we explode at the tiniest affronts, take our family for granted and give fleeting attention to each other. We should be more loving and forgiving to our own families. After all, friends come and go but family is forever. 

Let me go

Lucid Alora

Baguio, Philippines

It has been so long, hasn't it? Too long, I say, and you have been too harsh on yourself. Don't you think it is time to let me go?

I have watched you as you carry on your life as if nothing ever bothers you and I can see you hurting every day. Every morning you mask yourself with those innocentlooking smiles. You fool everyone around you, pretending to be happy and content but, you are really not.

You carried me in your heart and the heavy burden has taken its toll on you. You always cry yourself to sleep, wishing for someone to help you or, worse, you wish to end your misery.

I could see your heartbreaking piece by piece as days passed by. You looked around you and you see the people living as if nothing is wrong and you wonder why, why you alone are drowning, why you alone is suffocating but everyone seems fine.

So I say to you, you have been carrying me for far too long. The time has come to let me go and swim towards the surface. 