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Poet's Corner
Re-use my spare parts,
Give them to other people
Make happy many hearts.
Transplant my brain in one’s skull
Who for all time has been very dull.
Give my eyes to one,
Who has never seen the rising sun.
Give to that person my nose,
Who has never smelt a blooming rose.
Implant to the person my heart,
With his heart who had to part.
Give to that person my feet,
Who has never been able to walk or leap.
ZARISH FATIMA,
11 years, Karachi
Only you
9th February was the date
When my best friend went away.
I had to part with her
As there was no other way.
I was the image of gloominess
But life’s not always the way you are gay
I loved her from the depth of my heart
Though I wasn’t sure if, in her case, it was the same
I cherish the last days spent with her
And can never forget them in any way
I wish her a happy life throughout
Where ever she is anyway!
SOUSAN SIDDIQI,
11 years, Karachi
Life
Life is like a candle
Don’t let it blow
You can study and have fun
You can play and enjoy
You can create things
You can be helpful to others
But just don’t cry
Otherwise the candle can blow.
INFER KHALID
Goodbye dear school
The loveliest days which I spent
With loving teachers and friends
Spending each day in learning something new
Sitting on the stairs as a crew
The days of shaping our future
To become a doctor not a butcher
Struggling for exams, days and night
Taking help with a guide
But now those days are gone
But once again I want to be born
To re-enjoy those days of school
Saying these lines I am often named fool
Spending my last day
Neither I am happy nor gay
My eyes are full of tears
And heart full of prayers.
I can not thank you, my school
For all the things that you do.
To build my career
For shaping my future
To make me respected
Not to make me refused.
I can not thank my teachers
Who make us human from different creatures.
I thank all my beloved teachers
Who taught me from dawn to dusk
Who worked day and night
To make me successful in my life.
And I with a heavy heart
Say good bye to my school.
ASIFA IQBAL,
Karachi
Pakistan, a world
Pakistan is a country with many nations in it
It is a garden with many trees in it
It is an earth with many oceans in it
It is a desert with many plateaus in it
It is a historical place with many landmarks in it
It is a home with many people in it
It is a farm with many crops in it
It is a mosque with many Muslims in it
It is a temple with many non-Muslims in it
It is a mother with a lot of love in it.
HIRA YASEEN,
13 years, Karachi
Please come back
Please come back in my life
I miss you a lot
I recalled to my mind those days
The way we fought
I remember the days of past
When we were good friends
It was that time
When friendship was a trend
Come back once again
My heart is calling you
I shall obey every order
What-so-ever you want me to do
I am lonely without you
Why can’t you understand
We shall live happily
On this beautiful piece of land.
HUDA NOMAN
Let your heart not be troubled
Whenever you are troubled;
And lost in despair.
Bundle up all your burdens;
And speak to Allah in your prayers.
Do not tell your neighbour;
Your companion or your friend.
But seek help from Allah;
On him you can only depend.
Do not pause and wonder;
When you knee down to pray.
Can Allah really hear my prayers?
Just close your eyes;
And open your heart.
And you will feel;
Your worries and cares depart.
Prayers are the stairs;
You must climb everyday.
If you want to reach Allah;
There is no other way.
REEM TAHIR,
14 years Karachi
Daughter of Eve
A fool I was to sleep at noon,
And wake when night is chilly
Beneath the comfortless cold moon;
A fool to pluck my rose too soon,
A fool to snap my lily.
My garden-plot I have not kept;
Faded and all-forsaken,
I weep as I have never wept:
Oh it was summer when I slept,
It’s winter now I waken.
Talk what you please of future spring
And sun-warm’d sweet to-morrow
Stripped bare of hope and everything,
No more to laugh, no more to sing,
I sit alone with sorrow.
FAIZA.F.LALWANI
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