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Brilliance of writers block Insects, insects everywhere Seriously, I can understand that there are tons of cockroaches crawling across our floor every night, but who would really want to write about that? How plants grow What I know about the ocean Good things about my neighborhood A helpful person I've met When I was upside down My chores How it would feel to walk in space Rings on her fingers I'm just too good at this! I should become a poet, right? I want to be a poet At the library The website: http://www.thewritesource.com By Nayeema Reza Reprieve WITH a final grumble and a heavy release of incredibly non-breathable black smog, our bus started moving, bumping and jerking its way through the unkempt muddy roads of Barisal Highway. It was the middle of a beautiful afternoon and I felt quite drowsy as I sat on the left window-side part of the bus. Being a doctor, I was on a mission to help ease the pain of the people in the rural areas of the country. My present assignment was in Barisal, where I planned to train the people on how to take care of emergency situations. The sun glistened high above, its glittery softness making me wander off to sleep. Our bus gained speed steadily and the greenery outside my window drifted past fast. There was a family of three sitting on the same row across the aisle on my right. A dark quiet man and his very pretty wife, both trying to desperately persuade their one-or-so year old daughter to eat a piece of orange. I stuck out my tongue and made a face at her. She seemed so shocked that she looked at me, her eyes wide and her mouth open. Her parents took this chance and squashed the little fruit into her mouth. I laughed and the parents gave me identical thankful smiles. We were about half an hour from our stop when suddenly our bus took a sharp turn. This jerked several sleepy passengers awake. I stood up to take a look, so did the man from the family of three beside me. A car was moving very fast in our direction. The road was dangerously narrow and a river was flowing on my left a few feet below. The car soon lost its balance and was about to head-on-collide with our vehicle when the bus driver hard-braked and steered the wheel fast. This caused several of us to be catapulted forward and the next thing we knew, the vehicle was rolling on its side, ready to plunge into the river. People screamed and I was forced to revolve on my ride. I hit my head on the luggage rack hard, and with an excruciating pain, it started bleeding immediately. Wincing, I noticed that the pretty mother was screaming and desperately trying to protect her baby (who was also bawling) by holding her close. While the father, like me, hit the luggage rack and had his chin sliced by a half-opened baggage zipper With a throbbing head, I tried to hold still and move away from my seat when suddenly I found myself half submerged under icy water. I slipped and within seconds everyone on the left side of the bus was pulled in by the dangerous force of the river. I gulped in a lot of dirty and muddy river water. I could neither breathe nor see anything, and my head injury made it difficult to think properly. Even in the state of panic, I slowly managed to pull my body out of the submerged part of the bus with a great effort. We had stopped revolving. This meant the bus had stopped on its side on the river bank, with its left side plunged in the water. I found the family trying to get their baby daughter out of the right window (which was the ceiling now). A man standing outside took her and kept her aside. This meant that the rescue team had arrived. Within seconds the father pulled me out of my situation and did the same to me as he had done to his daughter. Before I realised it, I was outside the bus, safely sitting on the buddy bank, with a number of people standing over me and nursing my head. I realised then what was happening. The family was still inside, trying to save as many passengers as they could by putting their own lives in danger! I rushed to help the rescue team. It took us 30 minutes to get everyone including the heroic family out. Just as we were all safe, the whole bus gave another jerk, rolled sideways, and drowned, disappearing into the icy black depths of the river. I stared in awe. We could have all died if it hadn't been for this angelic family, who were now being taken to the hospital by ambulance. What had just happened now was luck at its best...or maybe a miracle...I didn't know what it was; I just stared at the drowning vehicle. (The writer did not send a name to go along with the story) Charlotte Breeze full of stress, azure sky Fluffy clouds fly Above so high I leave a deep sigh. The memories I've been keeping in my mind Since the day she left me far behind I watched her go. Below, the leaves are trampled So are my dreams also They all grew colourless Without her, now I guess, My dreams, sans her, are opaque I don't feel ache Now I fake For what it's worth. But today I feel a feeble wish That I'd had already unleashed The things I loathed Upon someone who's my foe. Now I think evermore, She's the one I'd only got Oh, Charlotte. By Sujash Islam ............................................................... Denying to Love! I know it is you again Knocking at the door of my heart; To fill it with new illusion & imaginations But I won't let you in this time. I know my heart is not a place Where you would like to stay forever; And, neither can I see you stay as a guest Nor see you leave my heart alone when needed! Don't think I would be loosing by rejecting you Because I know this time I will win By giving you up to someone else's hand To take care of you the way you deserve! Moreover, I won't be heart-broken to do so Nor will I cry for you, Instead the tears will be like a gift on my eyes From the memories of those I thought mine. By Beloved Bird |
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