My car

My car’s name is Ferrari, My mother drives it, wearing a sari, Its colours is metallic green, It’s not very old, Whenever I get bored, My mother takes me in it To the seashore!

I help my father in washing my car, My car is my star!

Anas Shiwani, 10 years, Karachi

My dog

I have a dog, It hates frogs, Sometimes it fights, But it is so nice, It gets bored sometimes, It drinks milk Every day, so many times!

Husna Baqir, 9 years, Karachi

My mother

My mother is sweet Just like a candy; And does not like places That are sandy!

She makes tasty dishes, And likes to eat fish, She also likes to eat French fries, She likes to watch Pogo, East or west, My mother is the best!

Nimra Shakeel, 12 years, Lahore

My bear

I had a fluffy pink bear, It used to sit on the stairs, Eating a large green pear, Watching TV on the chair!

I kept it in the house, And went out to see a mouse, When I came back, it was gone, I said, “Are you there bear?”

When I lost the bear, I felt very scared.

When I went to my room, I found the bear there.

Arifa Shabbar, 7 years, Karachi

Moon

Are you lonely moon?

You giant white balloon!

You have no water, wind or air, No wonder, nothing lives up there, You can’t grow trees, flowers or grass, Your soil is only rocks and glass, Even your light is not your own, Instead it’s from the sun that’s shown, Your gravity is weak I hear, You have no atmosphere, But don’t be sad, moon, please don’t cry, For I still love you in the sky!

Syed Fatima Moin, 11 years, Karachi

Book

I never had a book, Once I got a book from a library, Oops! It couldn’t be carried, It was very heavy, While I flipped its pages, I thought as if I was in cages, Then came one of my friends, And said, “It is not the end, Try to read and understand the book, Enjoy its words, And add some colours To your mini world!”

Mahnoor Barkat, 12 years, Turbat

Poetry

Poetry, oh poetry! Writing it Makes you feel great! Poetry, oh poetry! It is my destined fate, It’s my passion, And I write a lot! Poetry, oh poetry! It is a wonder!

Syed Fadil Hashmey, 12 years, Lahore

My brother,

my angel A handsome boy Having sweet dreams; He is sometimes angry, Sometimes happy, Sometimes sad, But he is an obedient lad!

In the form of a human An angel appears; No one in the world Can take his place; He is my brother And he is very dear to me!

Tahira Sadaf Khan, 12 years, Karachi