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POETS CORNER
Ramazan
With the eighth month of
Hijri calendar dying
It is the coming of Ramazan a Momin is eying
The path to sins have vanished without trace
The doors of heaven are opened wide with grace
The angel of left is fast asleep
The other one is very busy indeed
And as every second passes by
A voice rattles the floor of sky
O! Ye people of every cast and creed
Your God is paying for your every good deed.
Hafiz Nabeel Huda, 15 years, Karachi.
The teacher
He is the man of word and the man of principle,
He is truly called the builder of the nation.
He teaches us how to behave with others,
He tells us about our religion,
He helps us whenever we need,
He gives us all satisfaction,
He is just like a candle in the darkness,
He guides us to achieve our destination.
Syeda Afshan Aabroo, Karachi
Oh great Allah!
There are many reasons to rejoice,
And praise Allah in beautiful voice.
Because I am happy and content with
All the favours Allah sent.
He created me so lovingly,
And did it all so perfectly.
Dua Mahfooz, Hyderabad
Flying-man
Flying-man, flying-man
Up in the sky
Where are you going to
Flying so high?
“Over the mountains,
And over the sea”!
Flying-man, Flying-man
Can’t you take me up?”
Cadet Danish Iqbal, Larkana
My papa
Papa papa come to me
I will give you a cup of tea
Papa papa I see a dove
Papa dear it’s you I love.
Oneeb bin Nauman, 5 years, Lahore
Creeps!
Walking along the sidewalk
At midnight so late
Past the dark and lonely houses
Through the creepy graves
Lost in my thoughts
I saw a shadow move by
My heart stopped pumping
I stood frozen at the sight of it
My mouth opened in horror
And I dropped dead
The next thing I know
I was in my bed
But little did I remember
It was Halloween night!
Fatima Ahmed, 13 years
A lesson forever
In the dawn time,
When no one is in sight,
The chirping of birds ,
Awake me up I went outside,
To see what is happening and why?
I saw birds looking like ,
Small angels praying in some light,
The cool fresh air,
And the birds sitting there,
Was a scene attracted me,
As I neared more to that charming tree,
Suddenly a bird having a worm in his mouth,
Rushed towards the his nest on a swinging branch,
He put the morsel in his offsprings mouth,
And vanished again as he had
a great deal of work,
By the time I saw those active birds,
Awaked in the morning ,
Performing there chores,
I determined that I will do nothing but,
Will be prompt and avail the precious time
I have got,
And get up early in the morning,
Will thank the Almighty God,
Who is the Creator of all!
Fatma Tahir
Water
In ancient times when the earth was young
When streams and rivers had a chance to run
Swift and free to the raging sea,
As the water passed below the sun
Always in beauty it flowed to the sea
Always in beauty and always so free
But now it is damned and polluted by man
As it makes its way to the sea and the sand
When I see what we’ve done, I drop a tear
And when I think, I start to fear
For without water, where would we be
Without water, there would be no you or me
So think of this poem when you visit
a lake, river, or stream
And please, oh please, make it your dream
To keep it clean
Ali Rizvi
Night
When black sheet spreads
All over the sky
With glittering of hundreds
Of tiny stars on it
When black sheet spreads
All over the sky
With a big whiten
Face of moon
When black sheet spreads
All over the sky
With a silent silence
Prevailing everywhere
When black sheet spreads
All over the sky
It is the night
Every here and there.
Erum Nisa, Karachi.
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