Bold Gold Pen Award contest has the world’s best writers participating. The number of applicants for this contest has candiates from almost all countries of the world. The award has unbiased rigorous evaluation done by evaluators across the globe. Thus the Bold Gold Pen Award decides the worlds best writers. The contest has three categories of winners
• Non Poetry
Thus this award program of Motivational Covers all aspects of literature. The Bold Gold Pen award winners are looked upon by co-writers as role models to follow. The precision given in writing to get accuracy and amusement to a reader is the most important criteria to choose the winners. More than 80 countries participate in most of the contests.You will find in this page the winners of the Bold Gold Pen and their award winning write.
The poem that made William Thomas Fearby win Bold Gold Pen
The lady in blue
I heard a tale quite some years ago
Whether it was a fable I don’t know
It was a story about the lady in Blue
A beautiful vision with a heart so true
She fell in love with her ideal man
Their lives together they did plan
But fate dealt them a devastating blow
Off to war her love was called to go
She promised to wait forever
for his safe return
But his plane was shot down
and Tragically he did burn
When she heard the news
she didn’t know what to do
Her life she thought was over
her heart badly broken in two
She put on her wedding dress
a beautiful shade of China blue
And swore she would always wear it
and forever she would stay true
For many years she wore it
and never fell in love with another
Her life was like a prison sentence
locked away and grieving for her lover
Sixty years passed and every single day
To him she remained honest and true
Dressed in her beautiful wedding dress
in a beautiful shade of China blue
She died a lonely death all on her own
with no one to love and hold
they buried her in a paupers grave
in her China blue wedding dress I am told
Every night she can be seen
outside the sergeants mess
Waiting for her lover
in her China blue wedding dress
And if you listen carefully
you can hear her weep and wail
The lady in the China blue wedding dress
with a face sullen and so very pale
William T Fearby. 28/07/2018
(C)@william t Fearby
The write that made Jaweriya Jawad win Bold Gold Pen Award
I’m A Girl
By Jaweriya Jawad ©
She cried her eyes out when she heard the news, "Mubarak ho baite hoi hay ".
Today's morning was the absolute worst one ever for her. She was waitin' for this very morning since last some years.And she loves to wait for it. Finally the wait is over and it was the worst wait for her. What she prayed for, the opposite happens.she was looking down in the mouth because she desperately wanted a boy this time .but again blessed with a baby girl.
" I'm a girl"
Who am I?
I'm a human .
I'm a valuable creature ,
Created by the one,
Who created man .
Who am I?
A soul having ;
Thoughts, emotions, feelings...
As valuable as a boy,
My mom, don't cry.
Who am I?
I'm a girl .
Accept me ,
Look! Who am I?
I'm who I'm.
The lucky one ,
The kind one ,
The beautiful one,
The powerful one.
©️ Akhunzada Jawaria Jawad
The Poem that made Anna Brasher win Bold Gold Pen
By Anna Brasher
I close my eyes and think of you
A picture of your hands comes through
Reminding me of times gone by
As tears well up...I softly sigh
Your hands were there to hold great books
Guiding through chess as we moved rooks
Pumping tyres on our bikes
Pushing us on...despite dislikes
Then we watched them as we grew
Explaining words that were brand new
Unwrapping ideas...you always taught
Planting in us...possibilities through thought
Your work with people showed you cared
You hugged them all...and no one stared
So when dementia grabbed you away
The loss was not...just ours that day
And though your mind has lost the plot
Your hands remain...it’s all we’ve got
The shape, the touch, the colour too
Your healing hands...shows it’s...still you
The Poem that made Aditi Raj Jamwal win Bold Gold Pen
My Words, My Power
By Aditi Raj Jamwal
I am a magician,
The sculpture of words,
I have the power to build emotions ,
As if all the senses I evoke.
Emotions, experiences ,compassion and imagination ,
All mingled together ,
Mesmerized by the magic of words ,
In others heart ,
Here is where I dwell ,
Taking all in my spell .
I create non existent,
A lier whose truth all love,
I have the power to bathe all
In the ocean of feelings of hate, sorrow or love .
Yes ,I am a poet,
I can peep in your thoughts ,
I think a little more ,
And feel more than your heart
What comes out to be a masterpiece ,
Is all craft with which my soul has scribbled thoughts.
My poetry ,a passion,
My pen a power,
I write in black,
But bleed in red,
Desire ever to write
more and more,
To suspect rebirth
Of my ending words.
©️Aditi Raj jamwal
The poem that made Lilian Woo win the Bold Gold Pen
THE MOON REPRESENTS MY HEART
By Lilian Woo
Bright soothing moon is gleaming
Galaxy of stars glittering
Bringing colours to the universe
Warm the heart of romantic lovers
The moon represents my heart
Love blooms, we shall never be apart
You give me light and sunshine
In early morn with clear blue sky
Because of you my heart glows
Devoted to you my affection grows
My passion is deep in my soul
My love is true, like a river it flows
You give me hope to light up my life
Put me up in a pedestal high
My soul basks in silvery dreams
Unfolding my heart's feeling
The moon represents my heart
Rays of light Illuminates our path
Stay in the light of rapturous love
As sweet as the doves above.
The write that made Tahera Fakhruddin Janoowala win the Bold Gold Pen
Come To Me
By Tahera Fakhruddin Janoowala
“Come to me cried the light”. As it held out it’s arms to me, waiting to enclose me in a motherly like embrace.
“ No”. Shouted darkness. “ I have no intention of letting you go”.
Darkness covered me further so I could not be seen by the light. But light persisted and called out to me again.
“ Be strong my child and come into the light”. I could hear Darkness laughing behind me.
“ You are not strong “. It scoffed. “ Your weakness is what brought you to me”.
It was true. My confidence had been sapped from me. I became desolute. There was no other choice but to turn towards darkness. It was easier to hide from the light.
To crouch benath the cloak of darkness and not have to think or feel.
“ I will not give up”. Light shouted this time. “ You must fight this”. It’s hand extending further.
Darkness seeped over me. Resricting me. I wanted so desperately to reach out and grab that hand. My body would not assist. My breath was coming in short burts of air now. As I tried to wrangle out of the grip of darkness , it was like a noose tightening around my neck. I could hardly breathe and felt I would surely die. There was no other choice. I sublimed. Letting darkness take control. Light never stopped calling out to me but now the voice was barely a whisper untill it could no longer be heard.
“ You see you can never free yourself from my chains.” Darkness sang with glee. It was right my fate had been sealed.
©️Tahera Fakhruddin Janoowala
The write that made Sahjahan Ali Ahmed win the Bold Gold Pen
The Value Of Education
By Sahjahan Ali Ahmed
On his way to school Salman saw Kamal flying a kite.
"Won't you go to school today , Kamal ?" he asked .
" No," replied Kamal, " Yesterday the teacher scolded me very badly for I was late for school. You know Salman , it all happened because I don't have a watch. I told my father to buy me a watch . I won't go to school until my watch is bought '"
"But I must go ." said Salman
"Can't you wait for me , your best friend , just for a few days ? Just till my watch is bought ? insisted Kamal .
For a moment Salman also thought of not going to school to please his friend. But a second thought compelled him to change his decision . If he didn't go to school that day , he would miss his lesson on Arithmetic which he found very tough . Besides , the annual examination was also knocking at the door and if he couldn't pass , his father wouldn't be able to bear the expenses of his education again for the same class. He might even be send to someone's house as a bonded labourer .
" My father will beat me if he sees me at home after returning from field " said Salman and he hurried off to school alone.
Suddenly the thread of salman's kite got torn and he started to run behind his kite towards a distant jungle to catch it.
Salman and Kamal were buddies. Both of them were reading in class IV. They were neighbours living in a beautiful village on the bank of the river Brahmaputra. Kamal's father was a very rich man. He had many acres of land. He had two wives and many children He believed in muscle power rather than education. He hardly found time to take care of his children.
Salman on the other hand, belonged to a very poor family. His father had a great thirst for education. Salman's grandfather died when his father was only a child. Moreover major portion of their landed property was eroded by the migthy river Brahmaputra. Now the only dream of his father was to make him a man, a really educated man.
Kamal did not go to school for a few days . One afternoon Salman saw Kamal fishing in the river with a fishing hook. He had a very beautiful watch in his wrist.
'Wow ! how beautiful your watch is !' Salman exclaimed. 'What's the price'.
"Over a thousand rupees, my father said' replied Kamal .
'What's the time? asked Salman.
" That's what I have to learn. I got it only yesterday. Won't you help me to read time on a watch ? asked Kamal giving reason for his inability for reading time in a watch.
" Oh, it's simple . See these three hands . The smallest one is hour hand and the one you see running is the second hand and the other is the minute hand . One hour equals sixty minutes , sixty seconds equal one minutes . That's all ." explained Salman.
" But how do you know that ?" asked Kamal.
"Our Maths teacher taught us the other day. You're absent that day." informed Salman .
" Had I gone to school that day , I'd have learnt better than you " boasted Kamal , " " I'll go to school tomorrow . Nobody has seen my new watch ." he added.
Their conversation continued . Kamal caught several small fish . It was getting dark . " I have to prepare my lesson. I must leave now ." said Salman and the two left for home .
Kamal went to school the following day. All his classmates were spellbound to see his costly wrist watch . They touched it , felt it and yearned to have one .
" Now, a pair of goggles on your eyes will make you look like a cinema hero ." complimented one one his mates . Kamal at once thought of having a pair of sunglasses.
Suddenly the teacher entered the classroom and everyone went to their seats .
The students' had to recite a poem by heart that day . Most of the students recited well , but when it was Kamal's turn , he failed to utter the very first line . He stood there holding the bench trying to give reason that he was absent last few days , so didn't know about it.
Instead of scolding him , the teacher affectionately explained , " Education is the greatest treasery of knowledge on the earth . Proper education can help even a pauper to become a king . But lack of it ,can turn a king to beggar . Fire can't burnt it , a river can't erode it . Neither a thief , your friends nor brothers can snatch it away from you . Remember."
Then the teacher made Kamal promise to learn his lesson next time . But a look of displeasure on his face showed his disagreement to the teacher's opinion on education .
The next day Kamal came to school wearing a pair of new sunglasses.He looked very handsome indeed. Unfortunately that day too , he didn't prepare his lesson and got scolded from the teacher.
Kamal didn't go to school next few days .One Sunday Salman went to enquire about him . Kamal was feeding fish to a bird that he had captured . A servant was helping him .
" Hello Kamal, what are you doing?" asked Salman.
" Playing with this bird ", he replied, "Caught it just yesterday. Will you go for hunting bird this afternoon ? he asked.
" My father says birds are our friends. Killing them is a crime and sin too." replied Salman rejecting his offer .
" But they destroy our crops and some even eat fish of our pond. So father told me to kill them " opined Kamal . "Tomorrow I will try to catch some more birds ." he added.
" But won't you go to school?" asked Salman.
Giving some lame excuses he went on saying ," The other day I had a very bad pain on my legs while coming back from school on foot . It's too far to go to school on foot. I asked my father to buy a bicycle for me . I won't go to school until my bicycle is bought."
They talked for a long time and finally Salman left for home.
Kamal was absent from school for a whole week. Unexpectedly one day he arrived school riding on a brand new bicycle . All his friends were wonderstruck to see his new bicycle . But that day too Kamal got scolded badly from the headmaster for being consecutively absent for many days from the class.
As time passed by , Kamal became more interested in luxurious things than his studies . He always sought lame excuses to stay away from school. The annual examination came . He appeared in the examination , but cut a sorry figure . He was promoted with grace marks. Salman on the other hand passed with flying colours.
After passing out of primary school , both of them got admitted in a Highschool situated a few kilometers away from their village . Kamal became more irresponsible day by day .He often missed school. Sometimes , instead of going to school , he would go to watch movies and would return home along with the other boys when they would return from school.
" Why do you miss school so often?" one day Salman asked him.
" My father says he earns more than our headmaster does . He isn't educated .I don't think education is necessary for becoming a successful rich man in life ." replied Kamal flatly.
"But my father says it's all proper education that you need in life to be a respectable man " argued Salman.
"That sounds good , but totally impractical" reiterated Kamal.
Salmam didn't argue with him any more ,but kept distance from him from that day.
With the passes of time , Kamal became totally indifferent to his studies . He passed a few examinations by bribing his friends to tell him the answers or by using unfair means. But he failed miserably in the final Board Examination.
On the other hand Salman devoted more time to his studies . He belonged to a poor family . So to meet the expenses of his education , sometimes he would even catch fish from the nearby river and sell them in market . His devotion to studies yielded him due result. He passed the Board Examination with highest marks in English and Science. Everyone was happy with him . His father sent him to town for higher studies and sold almost all his properties to meet the expenses of his studies . In the course of time Salman became Dr. Salman.
In the meantime , the mighty Brahmaputra eroded their whole native village gradually. The river swallowed all the Mosques , Temples , Churches , Educational Institutions and all other age old monuments. All the neighbors , friends and relatives of Salman were forced to leave their native village to find settlement somewhere else.
Dr. Salman too bought a plot of land in a town and built a beautiful multi-storied building and settled their with his parents. He got married too. His connection with the people of his native village almost segregated as the village itself existed no more.
Time passed by like a swift arrow . Now Dr. Salman , a middle aged man , earned name and fame as a doctor.
One evening he went to market on foot as his car driver was ill that day . He bought some household articles . Suddenly the weather turned bad . An ominous silence marked the approach of an impending storm . He was getting late .So he hired a rickshaw and hurried for home. By the time he reached home it was completely dark .There was no electricity. He got off the rickshaw and offered the fare to the rickshaw puller .But instead of taking the fare he stood there starring at the ground. In the flash of lightning Dr. Sakman noticed drops of tears rolling down both the cheeks of the rickshaw puller.
A strong storm had already started . Heavy rainfall was to follow.
Dr. Salman moved forward and sympathetically asked him what the matter was .The rickshaw puller suddenly burst into tears and remorsefully uttered , " I am Kamal , your childhood frie...." he couldn't complete the sentence for something choked his throat.
Dr. Salman couldn't believe his ears. A flood of memories suddenly shook him violently . He shuddered . Was it the same Kamal , his childhood buddy? Was it the same Kamal the most handsome coxcomb who loved luxury and on whom a few servants always attended ?
Dr. Salman lost words to express his feelings . He didn't know how to react. He just hugged him as if a mother had got her lost child after many years . He began to drag Kamal inside his drawing room. In the dim light of candle , Kamal saw the spacious cosy drawing room decorated with colourful bouquets to welcome visitors . He hesitated to touch the colourful carpets with his bare dirty feet . But Dr. Salman pushed him to sit on the soft sofa .
Salman marked that Kamal had become frail. His beard was not shaven for weeks . His clothes were torn and untidy. He felt extreme pity for Kamal.
Offering him tea , Dr. Salman asked him what the matter was and how he came to be a rickshaw puller .
The wind was still howling outside . Jamal found no words to express his grief and misfortune .After a long pause he began to narrate how all their fields including home was swallowed by the river and how he had to sell the small share of his parental property to make both the ends meet.He also informed that he had been staying on a deserted embankment of a river with his children and sick wife . He became emotional and began to sob . Then rubbing tears said, " My wife is ill. There is nothing to eat at home for the children . So out of dire necessity I came to this town yesterday . You're right Salman , you're right . Had I not neglected my studies in my childhood , I'd not have been a rickshaw puller today . It's education that makes all the difference." He now began to sob loudly . Salman tried to console him.
By that time the storm had
ceased .Suddenly the electricity supply was also restored . Both the friends talked for some more times . Finally Kamal decided to leave. Dr. Salman gave him some money to buy something for his children. Kamal took the money hesitatingly and came out . He seemed to have understood the value of education at last.
©️Sahjahan Ali Ahmed 2018