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Poets’ corner
Boys and girls
Boys and girls
Both created by God.
If girls are nice and polite
Then boys are intelligent and wise
If girls are beautiful and sweet
Then boys are brave and bold.
Just like Sun and Moon
Both are different yet important
As they give us light
Boys and girls both are
Good in their own ways
Mohammad Taha Ahmed
8 years, Karachi
Good morning
Good morning good morning to every one
The sun is here and the moon has gone
So wake up wake up every one
Mum dad get up from sleep
Brother, sister gets up from sleep
Every one just get up please.
Aliza Ali
9 years, Karachi
A demonic soul!
Standing in the air, breathing heavenly breeze
Check ferocious smiles, once made me seize
Eyes of breech, lairs of screwed meadows
Claws of beasts horrified me in flows
Roasted skin, complexion of darkness
The glamour of shadows in sharpness
Thinking of evils willingly
Killing people in love, unfeelingly
There goes an open heart of gratitude
Misfortune comes to it with magnitude
Trying to dwell in it in a wink
Oh! Succeeded in a single blink
He tries to keep his self-esteem
Bill Gates beaten of the devilish beam
A child comes to seek help
The man laughs, it’s the first step
Time’s passing away like a bullet
The man’s becoming the Satan’s booklet
An honest, self-esteemed soul
Screwed-up by a demonic soul!
Usama Azhar Javed
16 years, Mirpur Mathelo
The old man’s song
There once was an old man, singing an old song,
With a rhythm that was completely wrong,
He had green eyes he sang like a parrot.
His favourite food was eating a carrot.
He sang so loudly that the neighbours said.
Let us all go to bed!
The whole neighbourhood exploded with laughs.
As the old man sang no song at all and made crafts.
A few days later the laughing did stop.
They said sorry, and the old man started to hop.
He went back to singing like a parrot
His favourite food was still eating a carrot.
Tabraiz Lodhi
8 years
A weeping Palestinian boy
Going to display a weeping take.
Oh! Time is short to solve the knot.
It is bitter in taste.
And there’s nothing to chase.
I am going to start, see,
Searching in a garden like a bee.
A little boy is sitting in the corner of a street,
With eyes full of tears.
He’s crying, where is my mother, I’m in fear.
No one is there to share, the grieves of his nightmare.
Suddenly a tank enters the street.
This frightens the boy, that how will they treat?
The tank chooses the boy as a target.
Oh! The scene is terrible that I can’t forget.
It shot the boy dead, cutting his life’s thread.
No one is there to weep.
The dead body of “Shaheed”, is lying in the street.
Wajiha Fatima
14 years, Nowshera
I have to love them
Those who love me,
Those who care for me,
Those who adore me,
I have to love them,
Those who tolerate my behaviour,
Those who accommodate me in their hearts,
Those who live for me,
I have to love them,
They are the precious ones,
They are the dearest ones,
They are my parents,
That’s why I have to love them.
Sadia Zafar
15 years, Murree
Exams
Exams are near, exams are near
Why, Oh why! They just have to be here
We have to study three four hours a day
And give all our free time to exams
Exams I hate, exams I hate
I think you agree with me … Don’t you?
Roha Sitwat
8 years, Karachi
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