Annalyn G Mercado, Philippines

Survival

I shared my son’s victorious battles against autism. 

Memories kept track of our survival in this intricate life.

It keeps us moving forward, one step at a time.

I see him grow and develop into maturity.

His survival and triumphs give hope to every family.

Who is undergoing the same twist in their existence on earth?

I look forward to seeing more changes that have positive outcomes. 

We will grow together as a family, as survivors, and withstand all the hurdles yet to come.

Mommy, look at my painting! It’s almost done!

Please buy me a dog or a tiger! I want to paint more animals!

His eyes shone triumphantly as he brushes his masterpiece.

Patience and focus were undeniably his most magnificent traits.

I’m perfect in Math and English, Mommy!

He shared his story at school each day.

Give him a hug and some praise; his smile never goes away.

His family’s love gave him confidence and security.

Tomorrow I will be perfect in Social Studies!

Subject that seems to be his weakness.

His positivity overflows like magic!

Like a brilliant star in the myriad constellations.

When can I play archery mommy?

When you are totally healed my dear!

May I buy a Tomica truck, mommy?

No, dear you have enough toys to play!

Now he understands and he won’t wail like a raging lion. 

Now, he is aware that food is much more important than toys.

Now, he recognized that health is important than his hobbies. 

Now, he is conscious that studying is the key to high grades. 

Wake up sleeping beauty! Mommy, wake up! 

Words that registered in my ears! 

As he rained me with tiny kisses! 

Over-fatigue, I rest after work.

My little genius and loving son will wake me.

He will not allow me to sleep without meal.

My little nurse, took my blood pressure.

And get some water for my medications.

Now, I know, that he genuinely loves us. 

Pang of relief that he is capable educating himself.

That in the future, he can work independently.

Praying that, all people will be kind, supportive and help these children with disabilities. 

… Annalyn G Mercado, Philippines

Fali Ndreka, Italy

I would like 

I would like

that all songs about nature and people,

you stumble in my verses,

Like a cradle rocking up there, on the wings of the wind,

He caresses her every day with love.

And you adorned them with starlight,

that give joy to the earth and the heavens of love,

To those blue skies and higher and higher in the cosmos,

I gave you the melody of the sound of waves of the ocean of goodness,

That nothing above this is sad and useless.

I would like to stop the hands that feed on the murderous poison,

To destroy all the underground lairs,

Where destructive traps are woven,

and where evil grows like a poisonous mushroom.

I would drain the water that stinks the whole world,

Hidden deep in the womb.

I made everything real and visible,

May justice reign everywhere

To have a World without elbows and wars.

I would like,

to pull out of the rock

the purest water,

To wash away with angelic hands, the dirt that has blocked this world,

Of love, I used to weave verses written in gold and silver on alabaster.

With a powerful broom,

to erase everything bad and boring,

To change this whole sad and strange world.

To wipe away all misery, suffering and wickedness,

To restore the lost peace and tranquility.

Fali Ndreka, Italy

Barbara Merces, Portugal

The Fire of Love 

Love has a special aroma

Like a rare perfume

It can’t be carnal love

But from the heart and not jealous

Love is like a chain

Formed by the rain on the ground

In sweet drops of affection

Strengthened never stay

Love is a fire that warms life

It burns brightly and shines brightly

But if the flame is not maintained

The gray will soon pass.

There is no life without the fire of love

Everything’s too empty, everything’s empty

Nothing is tasteless around us

No more heat and everything gets cold.

… Barbara Merces, Portugal

Mladenović Moravka, 

Serbia

TO YOU MY LOVE…

IN A OTHER WORLD….

I dreamt of you last night my love

She woke up before the dawn.

Soul … my soul, weeps silently.

“Your eyes stayed in my eyes,

Your hands stayed in my hands,

Living in the past, past memories. “

I’m on fire … the longing is killing me..

I long for the long nights ….

Every single night … my love

Every single night… its you who i call out.

I dreamt of you last night my love

In a different world….

In a world where I … where i don’t belong.

Your kisses stayed on my neck…

Your hugs still hug me…

You’re living in the past, a past memory.

TO YOU MY LOVE…

IN SOME OTHER WORLD..

I WANNA SAY WITH A SONG…

I WISH YOU … I WISH YOU GOOD LUCK…

Life has taken us away…

Life has taken everything..

All of that… when I said …

I LOVE YOUUUUUU…

YOU… HE SAYS TO YOU… I AM SORRY ..

AND IN THIS NESTA… IT DOESN’T HAPPEN FOREVER…

My nights, my mornings are wandering…

They’re looking for you… in some other world ,

Unknown people passing by, they ask…

Is there you somewhere .. somewhere in the day light.

FROM YOU, MY LOVE,

THEY JUST ARE…

ONLY ROSES LEFT ..

THE ROSES ARE WHITE… AND THE ROSES ARE RED …

TEARS AND BLOOD … T O T E R I N G ..

IN MEMORY … MIXED UP…

I LOVE PAIN.. IN THIS WORLD OF MINE

MY PAIN … YOU ARE MY PAIN….

SO… THAT’S HOW IT HAD TO BE…

WE KNEW IT..

AND WE WERE AWARE OF IT.

TILL DAWN I WILL WRITE…

SO THAT YOU ARE NOT HEARTBREAKING…

IT GETS EASIER ON US ….

MY LOVE..

IN A OTHER WORLDDDDDD…

IN A DIFFERENT DAWN….

I also wrote down notes

In my memory…

My heart sings… for you…

In dreams… sings… B E R I S T H I N G …

MY LOVE… THE NIGHTS ARE STEALING YOU…

…Mladenović Moravka, 

Serbia

Rimma Britskov, Israel

Dreams of love

The day suddenly comes

when there is no longer hope

in the herd,

But a ray dawns and lights up,

Bringing you closer to youth as before!

When worrying and barely breathing,

You perceive everything so tenderly.

It seems that youth has returned.

warms you with hope agarin!

But at the same time you

Understand, laughing at being 

That no one will be so gentle.

And and memory are

just a connection

Your former joys and sadness.

…Rimma Britskov, Israel

Gratitude: – Acknowledgment:

Biswananda Sinha

President Global Writer Academy And International Editor In Chif The Daily Global Nation.

Edit And Published By

Md Sadiqur Rahman Rumen

Editor In Chief-PEN CRAFT And International Editor In The Daily Global Nation Dhaka Bangladesh