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Poet's Corner
There it is, I can see it coming,That big devil is going to strike,
You already know what it is called,
And it’s something I know you don’t like.
My family is dead, I have no home,
They were killed like all others,
Now there is no one I know,
No sisters and no brothers.
You wonder where I am right now,
And why I feel so gloomy,
I am sitting on the debris of my home, somewhere in Iraq.
Why are they doing this?
What is it that I have done?
Let it come down on me,
And then I’ll just be gone.
I watch the parks and swings that were,
Once our favourite places,
Now they are destroyed and I don’t think,
I even remember my friends’ faces.
There is a look of horror
On every face I see,
Yes, they can see it coming too,
The bomb that is going to fall on me.
I just sit there, watching and waiting,
These arms are so high-tech,
But they don’t know that it is nothing
Compared to my own heartache.
At last it is all over,
I can hear the people cry,
But no one knows that at this moment
I’m soaring in the sky.
NOREEN SALMAN,
14 years, Karachi
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Boys, Boys, Boys!
They keep on breaking other children’s toys!
They enjoy playing with a gun
And think it is great fun.
They like to show-off in front of girls,
Specially the ones with curls,
Boys think they are very smart,
But do not know how to play their part.
Often an enemy they want to shoot,
And parents they try to please but get the boot.
They love to wear long hair
If you look at them, they look like a bear! They love to roam around the town,
And when they return home they look like a clown
At home sometimes I try to act mad,
And I get punished by my dad.
Some boys are really sick,
And by the girls they get a kick.
After all they are boys!
And never stop all their noise!
WARREN FERNANDES,
12 years
Butterflies
Butterflies silver and butterflies gold
A shop keeper sold a book that was old
Butterflies red and butterflies blue
It’s good to find ancient clues
Butterflies purple and butterflies pink
I always keep blue and red ink
Butterflies maroon and butterflies yellow
We should always help our class fellows
Butterflies green and butterflies mauve
I can eat a big brown loaf
Butterflies navy and butterflies teal
We should never ever steal
Butterflies olive and butterflies grey I love to do an x-ray
Butterflies lime and butterflies white
Sun can give us sun light
Butterflies aqua and butterflies funicia
I like the flag of the country Tunisia
Butterflies silver and butterflies gold
My handwriting is very bold.
SHAYAN ZAEEM,
Class 4
My funny goldfish
I have a gold fish with a fin
Which was gifted to me by a jin
Its scales shine like tin
Its teeth are as sharp as a pin
When the daylight is dim
It looks very slim
It swims near to aquarium’s rim
Its name is Miss Sim Kim
When she is in good mood she spins
She has a sealy skin
She likes to eat chocolate dip in
She in married to Mr Lim
MARIAM SALEEM,
Class VII
The hot day of June
It was a hot day of June
The time was also noon
The sun was shining
Like a big yellow balloon
When I reached home
I saw a nice cartoon
At night I went to the window
And saw a full moon
I still remember that hot day of June.
ABDUL WASSAY,
8 years Karachi
Ghost
There was a ghost
He liked to eat broast
In the breakfast
He didn’t even mind chocolate toast
When my friends came to my house,
He would always be a host
I still remember you lovely ghost.
ABDUL RAFFAY,
10 years, Karachi
A gift of God
God has given us a gift
For which we have no word for thanks
That gift is precious for us
That gift is so kind, lovely and sweet
What is that gift?
Nothing but a Mother
A mother who is full of love.
TAYYABA KHALID
Mother’s heart
Mother’s heart is like a river
Which ends never.
Mother’s heart’ is like a universe
How much she will spend cannot be inverse.
Mother’s love is like a big field
Where only greenery and greenery yield.
Mother’s love is like drops of rain
When ever it falls I know that I’ll regain.
Mother is a beautiful gift of God.
So we should be grateful to our Lord.
RABAB ABIDI
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