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ePoets’ cornerf
Do you remember me?
At all the times when you are free,
Whenever you have your cup of tea,
In moments of joy and in moments of glee,
Do you remember me?
In the seasons of joy and pain,
When you have lost or when you have gained,
Let me know, it won’t cost you a fee,
Do you remember me?
When you feel high or in times of low,
Whenever you see the rivers flow,
To know the answer I'm on my knees,
Do you remember me?
Hina Munawar
11 years, Dubai, U.A.E
A donkey
I saw a donkey
One day old,
His head was too big
For his neck to hold;
His legs were shaky
And long and lose,
They rocked and staggered
And weren’t much use.
He tried to gambol
And frisk at a bit,
But he wasn’t quite sure
Of the trick of it
His queer little coat
Was soft and grey,
And curled at his neck
In a lovely way.
Syed Taha Amjad
11 years
Cold, Cold!
Cold, cold is the weather,
It's nice but we can't go anywhere.
We're wearing shawls, jackets and sweater.
What's the matter?
Come on, come on,
This weather is making people sick,
Come on, quickly, come the summer,
We can go when we want to go, wherever.
Yumna Alavi,
6 years, Karachi
Winter
Winter is one of the four seasons,
I like it because of various reasons.
It brings variety of dry fruit,
We walk around wearing jackets and long boots.
Falling snow which is soft and light,
Fills people heart with delight.
My favourite part is building a snowman,
And then dressing it as much as I am.
Tehmas Taimuri
11 years, Karachi
Winter disaster
When the season of winter falls,
Women buy warm shawls.
Men wear blazers and coats,
No one wants to sail in boats.
The days get shorter,
The nights get longer.
The workmen don’t want to dig,
No one wants to go on a gig.
Everyone has a cold,
Drinks are not sold.
Yesterday such a cold wind blew,
And people had a very bad flu.
Anser Ahmed,
8 years, Karachi.
Clever people
Clever people, clever acts,
But at heart they are bad.
Love you so much,
That your sugar level gets high.
Clever people clever acts.
They are diplomats.
Thinking that you are a rat,
Fool you until you’re trapped.
Clever people, clever acts,
Think very highly of their tact.
Clever people, clever acts.
Shumaila Javed
15 years, Islamabad
What bothers me?
Thing that bothers me most,
Is when my family has to play the host.
My mom cooks the chicken roast,
And I make the tasty toast.
Right from the night before,
Even if my arm is sore,
I take care of little chores.
And my mom keeps on adding more.
For some reason my maid is late,
We do all the stuff, as we can't wait.
This is the thing I hate,
Making food for people eight.
We try to entertain all the guests,
And in the process I cannot rest.
When all is over I clean my nest,
And read a book to overcome stress.
Sheena Neezar Ahmed
12 years, Karachi
A stormy night
Clouds rumble,
Thunder claps,
The room lights up,
The curtains flap,
A terrified squeak,
Comes from the bed,
The sheets inch down,
Out pokes a head,
A heart thumps loudly,
Beneath a floral dress,
Until dear mother’s there
To hug and caress.
Veda Riaz Fatmy
14 years, Karachi
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