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Poet's Corner
History is all about pastIt gives us knowledge vast
History helps us to know
How the life in the past was
History helps us to understand the world today
By studying the life style of yesterday
Archeologists dig the ground
To search the fact they go all around
We study about Egyptians mummies
These are just like dummies
We can learn history as much as we could
History is very good.
RAZIA IQBAL BILLO,
Karachi
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I wish ...
Once I wandered into a strange land
A land full of dreams, full of hope
Where people knew the meaning of love
Where people knew that tolerance worked
Where the hearts were filled with respect
Where the souls were bonded by affection
Where honesty was considered the best policy
Where sincerity was present even in the progeny Suddenly something hit my head
Alas! It was just a dream
A beautiful and splendid dream
I realized that my dream had come to an end
All that desires and fantasies were false
For my world is simply a reverse of that
My thoughts wondered for a second to think
Could my world ever be a place like this?
The true desires in my heart woke up
That my wish comes true
Someday, sometime.
SABA FATIMA
All for thy affection
Why art thou so leashed?
When I am close to thee,
What pleaseths thou o beloved,
Oh nearest, dearest tell me!
With richest fragrances the world abounds,
Thine they all shall be!
The proud blue skies above you,
I shall make them bow to thee!
Scatters light to rainbow
Such a dewdrop I consider thee.
Florets that bloom hither and thither,
Thy dust they all shall be!
Thy countenance shall never be touched by the yellow star,
For like a cloud I shall always cover thee,
My only wish oh soul of my soul is
That thy maiden I could be!
MEHVEEN AIJAZ,
Karachi
The city of lights, Karachi
They glittered like stars
Which shone through my way
Making a dark shadow
Like sun in the day
I was sitting in the car
Looking outside at the sky
They were around everywhere
Moreover, they just seemed to fly
They were on the buildings
They were on the poles
Guiding the pedestrians
Not to fall in holes
When you look at them
A twinkle appears in your eyes
Making a person impressed
That what beauty in it lies
It is just because of them
People at night have strolls
Lighting their ways out
Attached to the poles
It is very rare
That you see such sites
And this is the beauty of Karachi
‘The city of lights’.
SHAMAMA TUR RAFIQUE,
16 years, Karachi
The wild bird
The wild bird is my brother
He sits in yonder tree
And all day long a merry song
He sweetly sings to me.
The wild flowers are my sister
They dwell in lane and lea
With faces fair, and sweet, and rare
They nod and smile at me
The green earth is my mother,
Gently she beckons me,
Till on her breast I sing to rest, And slumber peacefully
ALIZAR NAQVI,
10 years
Little angel
Little angel, little angel
Come to show your miracle
Come to show your miracle
Little angel, little angel
Come to my way with love and peace
And fill my heart with pleasure
Save me from sufferings of life
Save me from sorrows and vice
With your beautiful appearance
Make my world as a paradise
Make me bold and as strong
As I able to face every fate
Or pray to God as I pray
My heart always as stars shine
Little angel, little angel
Come to show your miracle
Come to show your miracle
Little angel, little angel
FARAZ AHMED MEMON,
Hyderabad
Friendship
Every one talks about friendship,
But do they know what friendship really is?
Friendship is a bond of sincerity,
It is a language of love
It is a gift of god
It is a feeling assuring u the presence of comfort
It is a relation based on truth
It is joy of togetherness
A secret of enjoyment
A laugh of a cheerful soul
A golden period of life
A blessing to long for
A spark of belief
It is a word having a rather deep meaning,
That only those understand
Who like to become someone’s
True friend!
AYESHA HANIF,
13 years, Islamabad
The beggar
A beggar with a ragged jacket,
And battered hat upon his head,
Stood on the kerb, and nothing said. He did not even raise his eye.
As on my way home I went by.
If he had asked, I might have hurried;
If he had looked, I might have fled;
But just because he never worried,
And stood quite still, and nothing said,
I found I could not pass him.
I gave, and he took, silently.
HAMZA SHAMIL,
Class VI, Karachi
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