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  Sep 2018 Jazeera
Jasmin jazz
1..2.. 3..my clock ticks.4..5...
It disturbs me in 5: 00 am
To wake up for my new day
It disturbs at 12:00 noon
For having my lunch at 12:30
Again it disturbs me at 2:55pm
To be 3:00 pm to reach my home
At last I scolds it to be 11:00 pm
To go for a nice sleep
And to welcome the next day....
This is what happens in the life of a student

Life is a cycle for every one same time table.. But some factors makes it different from the rest of the days.

My poor old clock.   : )
  Sep 2018 Jazeera
Jasmin jazz
I was taken out from my mother's womb by a doctor's hands.
I was taken to my mother for the first milk by a nurse's hands.
I was welcomed to my family with a rejoice by my grandma's hands.
I was cared; when I cry ;by my mother's  mighty hands.
I took my firststep with the support of my father's hands
When I went to school I hold tightly on my sister's hands.
In my college days my hands were in my lover's hands.
After my marriage I hold on my husband's hands
When I become a mother I searched for my childern's hands
As I grew old and weak I walk by holding my daughter's hands.
I was fed my daily meals by my son's hands.
The coffin that I am now is made by a carpenter's hands.
The bouquet which is laying on my chest is made by some other's hands.
So many hands helped me to complete my life..
So many hands are needed to get buried..
I'm waiting for a heavenly hand which could raise me to eternal life...
  Sep 2018 Jazeera
Jasmin jazz
1 Sweet dreams..
2 Sour experiences...
3 Bitter words..
4 Silly matters..
All these are mixed in a bowl called 'Life'.
If 2, 3, 4 are less..
Our life'll be happy..
If its amount increases..BE CAREFUL!!!
  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.
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