The milkman

A simple man on a bicycle
Loaded with tins full of milk
He wakes up at dawn
Feeding his cows and milking them
From his village to our town,
He rides a long, long way
Then rings the bell at around seven
So that we can have our milk
Then he continues his journey
Doing the same in all the streets
Passing tins, taking money
Bidding a good morning to the madams,
The poor man does a lot
Yet he does not get for what he yearns
Dressed quite shabbily
But he's indispensable for us
He's not treated as it would be apt
But is given insignificance.
We should praise him for his fidelity
Because if we don't get our milk,
Our bones would start to shrivel!
Maha Sana Kamal
13 years, Islamabad
 

My father

When the sun shined down on me
It was his love that glistened so
When it rained he was there
To chase away my woes,
It is my dream to one day see
The world through his wise eyes
I know if I follow his guidance,
In the world I will steadily rise,
To my father I will shover my joys
And successes, wherever I go,
His dreams I try to fulfil
Because I love him so.
Veda Riaz Fatmy
14 years, Karachi
 

My mother

She is most loving and caring to me,
Except her love, nothing I find, nothing I see,
She pushes me up when I fall,
Against my sorrows she is a secure wall,
She taught me to complete,
And how to succeed,
God I am very thankful to you,
For such a gift of great value.
Hamza Tariq
 

Mercy

Seeing the air coming to a halt
Flood my eyes with tears
Seeing the sun blistering over water
Drenching me in sweat
Seeing the trees undressed shying
Saddens me to death
Seeing the rivers screaming with thirst
Persuades me to beg for rain
Seeing the flowers turning to shreds
Produces an unknown din in my ears
Seeing the people dying of hunger
Takes my breathe
Oh God! Have mercy on your creatures.
Aqsa Javed
16 years
 

Tolerance

There is a world of joy
There is a world of tears
Tolerate it, tolerate it
Because the world is a place for peace
Not a place for wars, quarrels, teas
There is a world of joy
There is a world of tears
Bear the pain or you will die
One should always be good to people
This is due to tolerance
However, sometimes it is very brittle
You know how to share your feeling a little
Which is hidden somewhere in our hearts
Tolerate it because it gives us pleasure.
Naveen Zahra
Karachi