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  Aug 2018 Jazeera
Gerry James
I live in Kerala, South India
Where it's usually unbearably humid and hot.
But it’s been rather different lately,
Cool gusts of wind have been brought,

Along with some rains that have turned into floods
Poisoning even fresh water with mud
And so the people, just like the fish our local fishermen catch,
In a net they have been caught,
Leaving friends and family distraught,

Coz trapped by water, a symbol of life,
People have suffered death
And been left to rot
In the houses where water breathes in human space;
Imprinting in our minds a memory we would like to erase.

Everywhere I look I see prayers, with help sought,
But people are just having their hopes shot.
The only grace is that atleast those who have their heads above water
Are having their prayers slowly answered.

I thank God for the army,
Who for the safety of our lives have fought
Pushing through broken homes with everything they’ve got.

I thank God for the navy,
Who have sent men in fleets
Just to save our countrymen off the flooded streets.

I thank God for doing everything to keep us safe and alive,
All so that we would not have to make that final dive.
Quite literally.

Right now, we may mourn this disaster that has led to our demise,
But I promise you, our beautiful state will rise,
And when I say this, I assure you, I speak no lies.
So I live in the state of Kerala, South India.
We the people of Kerala are suffering.
Its flooding beyond measure, and people are dying.
People i know are losing their homes and their families.
This is roundabouts the worst flood in our history.
I know there may not be many, if any, people on HePo from Kerala,
But my request is that anyone, Indian or  non-Indian, prays for this disaster to come to an end.
And that anyone who may live in nearby states like Tamil Nadu or Karnataka, please send supplies. We are desperately in need.
I thank y'all for reading my plea for help.
Pray for Kerala.
  Aug 2018 Jazeera
Chrissy Ade
I hope I'll be bold enough one day
To share my secrets and share my pain
so that I will no longer feel
heavy
Maybe the day I share my pain
is the day the sea will hold my hand
not to punish me but to drown my sorrows
and wash the old away
One day, I'll arise anew and let go of the sea's hand
so that I can walk with Happiness instead
Make this heart of stone soft-river its way to freedom
Because all I dream to be is
light
All feedback, comments and critique are appreciated.
  Aug 2018 Jazeera
Mane Omsy
Elsewhere I need your presence
Not here,
Since you've been far away
Neglected me as I started to move
Forward with you

You were focused on yourself
And I needed to leave you

Must confess you're too beautiful
That a moon will shy away
And a night sky shining aurora
Would stand behind your smile
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