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POETS CORNER
My imagination
I cannot work, I cannot study,
I cannot close my eyes.
And even if I do so,
I find you in my sight.
You are here and there too,
Wherever I look upon,
Smiling face and shinning eyes,
And a kind heart beyond.
My day starts when I feel you,
And think of you for long,
As I couldn’t really see you,
But can only imagine in my heart’s song.
I don’t know who you are,
Some one near to my heart,
Truly I am nothing without you,
As you are my life’s part.
What name should I give you?
For the sake of satisfaction,
But all above I know this,
You are only my imagination!
KOMAL MOTWANI, 14 years, Karachi
An Iraqi Girl
She stumbled on a broken tree branch,
Her life now seemed like an avalanche.
Everywhere there was pain, destruction and death,
As she went forwards,
Her hands began to tremble,
Tremble with fear and terror.
As she stepped even further,
Her legs began to shake.
She was, alas, merely a girl,
Who had once had a beautiful world,
But now all hope was gone,
Her family had been snatched from her,
Her brothers had been taken,
She had no one now,
No one Her only hope now was to save her country,
And as she ran into the military buses with full force,
She remembered her mother’s last words,
“Never bend your head to anyone, never become a victim,
And always help those who have already become so.” As a tear ran down her cheek,
Remembering her mother’s words,
She flung herself forwards,
Her body being blown to ashes,
And as she died,
Not a tear she cried,
As she knew that soon she would be with her mother.
HAFSA ZUBERI
Abusive language
Don’t use abusive language and win the world
When you are sharing ideas don’t mince words Don’t laugh at others
Because they are like your brothers
Teasing others is sometimes fun
It can hurt someone’s heart like a gun
MAHRANG ASHIQAILI, Karachi
Dreams
Dreams are wonderful
Because they are joyful
Dreams are beautiful
Because they are meaningful
Some of them are true
And they give us some clue
Some give us joy
Some give us cry
Everyone like to dream
Because they are very clean
If someone is afraid to dream
Then there is no need to dream
I often see dreams
Because I love to dream.
SANA JAFRANI, Hyderabad
Good and bad children
Children, you are very little,
And your bones are very brittle;
If you would grow great and stately,
You must try to walk steadily.
You must still be bright and quiet,
And content with simple diet;
And remain through all bewildering,
Innocent and honest children.
Happy hearts and happy faces,
Happy play in grassy places
That was how, in ancient ages,
Children grew to kings and sages.
But the unkind and the unruly,
And the sort to eat unduly,
They must never hope for glory
Theirs is quite a different story!
Cruel children, crying babies,
All grow up as geese and gabies,
Hated, as their age increases,
By their nephews and their nieces.
AMBREEN SHAMA, 13 years
I have got
I have got a pair of eyes
And two normal thighs
I have got two healthy legs
By eating lots and lots of eggs
I have got a Chinese nose
Which would always wish to smell a rose
I have got a pair of ear
And short curly hair
Poem writing is my hobby
And I have got a cat called “Bobby”
There is more I have got
And I thank God for giving such lot.
SANA ZEHRA HUSNAIN, Karachi
We want peace
We want peace
For all the days
You always fight You are not right
Shake your hand
And never fight
You take the happiness
And blast the houses
Be friend and give us peace
Friends are good enemies are bad
All happiness are good for you
Please, please, please
We want peace
ZOYA HASSAN, 9 years
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