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POETS’ CORNER
Maritime museum
The moon is shining brightly
The old ship is in the sea
The plane is on the grass
You could do parties such as tea
At Maritime, the best museum I’ve ever seen
There are people paddling boats
Having fun and enjoying rides
There were kids enjoying swings
And some just walking along pool sides
At Maritime, the best museum I’ve ever seen.
Omaima Husain,
Karachi
My first poem
One night, my Lala give me a poem at last
What should I do I had to write on any cast
Writing a poem was my task
But isn’t to much to ask
Writing a poem was to hard
I was confused how to start
I don’t understand
I was standing on plank
Suddenly I became a lake full of words
I started to write and felt free.
Lala Maria,
10 years, Karachi
Diversity
Different views of different minds
Which bind them together
Like the weather changes over
Mountains get the snow cover
Colours of sky rather change
Clear blue rainy sometimes orange
Spring brings fragrance of flower
And rains from sky spreads like a shower
It is diversity in weather I find
By having it from different minds!!
Erum Hamirani,
13 years old
A drop of water …
A drop of water makes the sea,
It is a blessing of God that helps the trees.
A drop of water extinguishes the thirst,
It is a kind of blessing that never be worst.
Sometimes it appears in the form of tears,
And disappears all the sorrows
A drop of water is essential for everyone,
Whether it is ever-green plant or animal.
A drop of water provides comfort and relief,
It’s the pureness of water and depth of belief.
Sometimes it produces floods in the seas and rivers,
Don’t waste it! But try to know its value in your own tears.
Jahangeer Ali Jatoi,
14 years, Larkana
Hands
Hands, hands, hands,
What will I do without my hands?
They touch for me
They feel for me
They feel good for me
They even feel bad for me
They make me hit my brother
But even lets him pamper
They make my gestures
Flying fingers with their lustre
They help me cook some eggs
And massage my mother’s legs
They are a gift of God
Because they help me a lot
And I really thank God
For my wonderful hands!
Khadija Saleem Ladhani ,
10 years, Islamabad
My baby brother
When I am alone at home
I am very happy as there
Is no smell of my brother’s nappy
I can even play with my brother’s clay
Now I got the chance to dance
There is no yelling of my mum
And no shouting of my brother
Free to play and dancing all alone
Around and around
In my beautiful home.
Faha Sultan,
12 years, Islamabad
My exams
What a day, what a day
I wish it just go away
I cannot go out, I cannot play
But in the house I am forced to play
Book, book, books and some more books
I hate their awful shapes and looks
I have to learn sitting at home
Tales of cease in ancient home
What a scare, what a fight
I don’t sleep the entire night
No more help from understanding friends
What a beginning, what an end.
Hafiz Yaseen,
13 years
Rain
Pattering down the window sill,
Touching the floor with their hands,
Making everybody wet,
Lightning strikes,
The raindrops get heavier,
Making people rush,
People stick up their umbrellas,
Trying to get away from the rain,
But they get wet though,
They can’t escape from the pain,
The sound is heard of the rain,
And the lightning strikes again....
Nabeela Altaf,
12 years, Karachi
Great loss
He was the chip of the old block,
The apple of my eye.
He was the centre of the stage,
The silver star in the sky.
He came home, and seemed today
As grey as the gloomy rainy day;
Bursting with anger and dismay
On the sofa, there he lay.
A brook trickled down his cheek
As he sketched him in his inward eye
It was the image of his friend,
Who in the quake, was known to die.
Samone Arif Khan,
11 years
I want to be an astronaut
I want to be an astronaut
I wish to circle the stars
I need to find the aliens on Mars
And put them behind bars.
I have to take a walk on moon
To see mountains and dusty plains
Then find what Jupiter contains
And await the three legged platoon
Saturn, Venus and Jupiter
Mercury, Pluto and Sun
I will go there with my electron gun
And shoot the cow when she jumps over the moon
Oneeb bin Nauman
7 years, Lahore
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