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January 10, 2004



Poet's Corner


Unseen feelings


My love, I want to meet you,
My love, I want to see you,
My love, I want to taste each of your tears,
You are unseen, but I have seen you,
In my dreams, prays, wishes & also in my love,
My love, when we will be together?,
After a longtime my love, my heart is gone away,
Its with you unseen,
The brilliance of love for you in my eyes,
Your name, I only remember your name,
You are my everything,
My love, you think about me, or not?.,
Do you remember my name, as I do,
Solitude makes me to think of you,
Why these unseen, unknown feelings are coming to me, why?
For the person, to whom
I have seen a long time ago, Why ?


SALMA AQEEL KHAN,
Karachi


 

Peace


I saw a dream about love and peace
I saw there is no war
Love and Peace near and far
Missiles turned into Pencils
Bombs turned into Books
Bullets turned into Flowers
Mines turned into Tulips
I saw smiling young and Old
I touched the guns and find them cold
When I awake there, nothing changes
All weapons remain the same


RUMAISA NASIR,
Karachi


 

— 2 —


Peace is a thing we always want
But nobody gives us in real
I hate people who don’t give
Us Peace
At least we should have no war
I love Peace
But I like nothing when
There is no Peace


AENA ASIF,
9 years, Karachi


 

The chase


All armed and ready to attack,
I knew the animal had no escape.
The opponent was strong and fierce,
With fangs and claws always ready to pierce.
Ferocious eyes and a fast run,
Gave me a doubt about the target of my gun.
Sometimes it was difficult to trace,
And it became a long chase.
With great confidence
I struck the trigger,
And in few seconds saw the blooded animal’s figure.
I was overjoyed at my victory,
But now it’s part of my history!


MARUL KHOKHAR

 

— 2 —


An ode to the luminous one!
Thou art indeed the blazing
Red Ball in the sky,
That gives life to the green thicket hereby.
Thy rays fall upon the twinkling diamonds,
And on the moon, that shimmers nearby.
In winter the sun’s scorch lessens,
But thy warmth always caresses by.
Thy rays embrace me and clasp
my hand by and by.
They intend to tell me oh
beloved thou art very sly.
Thine I shall be till eternity
so sense my petty sigh,
Render me a favour dear,
Let not my body turn cold when I die!


MEHVEEN AIJAZ,
Karachi


 

New Year


May this year brings many
happiness to this world,
To you all happy new year happy new year.
Our new step in the year 2004,
In this tough world we should struggle more.
Of course china will invent something great,
Pakistan is even not too bad.
The world and humans will lose one year,
No sadness because people love and care. My luck, january hold my birthday,
New year will really be a happy day.


FALAKNAZ JAWED,
13 years


 

Friendship


Friendship is my soul
Friendship is a great big goal
Achieving it is very easy
Maintaining it is very hard
Friendship means enjoying hollows
Sharing happiness and sorrows
Friendship lets a person glow
And never lets it memory blow
Friendship is sweet and sour
Friendship is twist and tart
Friendship is like gold
Friendship never gets old.


MARYAM KHALID,
16 years, Karachi.


 

Harry Potter


Harry Potter, a little magic boy,
Loathed by cruel Draco Malfoy
One day he felt burning sensation in scar
He get to know evil Voldemort is back in power
Accompanied by Hermione, a girl so intelligent
And good Ron, who do not have even a cent
Spells taught by Hagrid,
Snape and Dumbledore
Won the great fierce war for sure
He is good at playing Quidditch
Never let his gaze drop from shinning snitch
Then came the vacation phase,
He went to Muggles, Dursleys.
Fred and George are two jokers.
Bye bye I’ll see you sometime in future.


SIDRA JAWED,
Karachi


 

Winter is here


Warm showers
And toasty blankets
Soft pullovers
And comfy mitts
Roasted peanuts
And a drink of chocolate
A little coal fire
Burning in the grate
Pink fluffy slippers
That make my feet cozy
And grandmother’s magical story
That makes me feel dozy
Pretty stuffed teddies
That I cuddle with care
Are a few things those tell
That winter is here!


VEDA RIAZ FATMY,
11 years




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