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Poet’s corner

December 22, 2012

Underwater world

The lovely blue sea With stunning coral reefs; Colourful fish passing through Underwater leaves; Large submarines in the deep sea, There are sharks in the pitch-dark Which I can’t see; We can see the white pearls, Which here and there swirl, I can see some blue whales, At the back of them are huge tails, There is a mermaid holding a ball, She is careful so that it doesn’t fall.

Nashra Hasan, 9 years, Karachi

My mother

My mother is good, My mother is pretty, My mother is friendly, My mother is slim, I love my mother, I hug my mother.

Muhammad Mustafa, 5 years, Via email

The baby

The baby’s plate was Full of grapes; The grapes were sour, The baby created a uproar, It could be seen, The grapes were green.

Jebran, 9 years, Via email


Once there was a bear, His best friend was a deer, The bear liked to walk, He possessed good manners, And his hobby was to make banners, When he ate meat, He usually sat on a seat, One day he ran free, Then he climbed up a tree.

Fajar Amjad, 8 years, Lahore

My sister

My sister’s name is Ayesha, She is very playful, Yet very dutiful, She is very studious, At times she becomes furious, I don’t want to make her sad, It makes me feel bad, She likes to see fish, May God fulfil her Each and every wish; She likes to play with ball and bat, She likes to sit on a mat, She likes to sleep on a wooden bed, My sister is the best, I don’t know about the rest.

Sana Zia, 7 years, Karachi 

My childhood

When I was small, I used to play with bat and ball, I loved to eat lollypop, And with my mom, I went to the baby shop.

My school’s work was very easy, But my mom remained quite busy, I love my early days, And my cute playful ways!

Subaiqa Sarfaraz Sajwani, 11 years, Karachi 


When I was born, I seemed very little, Compared to my mom, I looked like a pickle, My mom and aunt looked very tall, They did not even fit in the hall.

I wasn’t fully grown, I was still a baby, I thought I was very lazy, Because I could not reach the trees, My mother had to feed me peas.

I became a little taller, But still could not touch the door knocker, Then one day, I woke up, It was a surprise for me, I was fully grown up, And as tall as a giraffe could be!

Nashmia Faraz, 10 years, Via email 


Oh, I envy the elephant, For he has a long trunk, He puts it up, Or keeps it down, Oh, I envy the elephant, For he has two tusks, He reigns in the jungle, And is loved by all animals.

Muhammad Anas Fahad, 6 years, Karachi 

My parrot

I have a parrot, He loves to eat carrot, His colour is green, Sometimes he eats beans, I call him Sam, He does not like jam, Chillies are what he loves to eat, He greets whoever he meets, Sometimes he bites, And can fly to great heights, He has a red beak, I keep his cage neat, And my parrot does not reek.

Javeria Fahad, 7 years, Karachi