Poet’s corner

Published April 14, 2012

Seeing nature

I woke up one sunny day, On a nice day of May, And out for a walk did I go, But soon I caught The sight of a man in a meadow; When I jogged up to him, He nodded his head, “I’ll show you the delights of nature,” he said.

“I am an old man And live at the end of the street; I keep everything tidy and neat, Every day when I wake up I have tea in a cup.

Then I go to a grassy land, To the spring flowers That stand there grand; I can feel the warmth of spring, The scent of sunflowers in the air; I can hear the wind here and there.

And far away I can hear The lovely dove’s cry; I feel the wet dew drops, Gathered in the grass, I smell some marigolds I can feel the sunshine Illuminating the place; I can hear The silent buzzing of a humming bee; I can hear The distant gushing of a sea.”

After a while I saw a foggy look in his eye; And then he got up and said to me, Good bye!

He walked with a white stick That made me dazed; His heart’s love and beauty Left me amazed!

He showed me the nature Much better than I can see; The countryside was Never so artistic for me!

He left me with a question Impressioned on my mind; How can beauty lie In the eyes of a blind?

Rania Moin, 10 years, Karachi

Precious parents

Parents are the most precious Blessing in life; Do you know, How much for us they strive!

Our father works day and night, To earn money and to provide us with Warmth, safety, food and light!

Our mother cares and loves us More than anyone else; Allah says beneath her feet Is paradise, It is a child’s responsibility To repay them back; And make them happy, not sad!

Syeda Ovaesh, 12 years, Karachi 

Full moon

From the window of my room, I stared up at the full moon, It shone beautifully in the sky, With shining stars up so high, The night was calm with no sound, Galaxy of stars gathering around, The moon looked like a hope, In the dark windy night, I could hear the owls far and wide, Enjoying cheerfully the moonlight, I smiled at the beautiful sight, Due to the beauty of moonlight, Spreading in the peaceful night!

Mahnoor Rafi, 14 years, Via email

Choosing colours

On a sunny day, I went to play, ‘Colours’ with my friend; Playing happily in the sun, And had a lot of fun!

My friend said, ‘Colour yellow’, I found a yellow star on my pillow, Then she said, ‘Colour green’, I touched the grass which was clean, Then she said, ‘Colour pink’, I touched a pink bow in a blink, The last colour to be found was brown, I went to find it in the town, The game was over, I called my friend for sleepover.

 Syeda Sughra Raza, 11 years, Karachi

School days

The golden days of my life Are my school days; I miss all those In school who played their roles; I miss all my teachers Who used to give us lectures; I miss all my buddies, Who were good at laughing More than in studies; I miss the science lab, Where we friends did our silly gabs, I miss the essays, letters and comprehensions, Especially grand tests which gave me tension, I miss the nightmares I had during exams, That used to make my brain totally jammed, I miss all those days, That I spent in my school, Hope that everyone feels the same, As school life has its own charm!

Mahnoor Rafi, 14 years, Via email

Kids next door

I am number one, When it comes to having fun.

I am number two, I have many plans to save you.

I am number three, I can make prisoners free.

I am number four, And I am a specialist in household chores.

I am number five, I save many lives.

So sit on your chair But first clean the floor; As we are here to rock you, As we are the kids next door.

Muhammad Raziuddin Siddiqui, 12 years, Karachi

Young World

Young’s World, You are my power, You are my world.

I read you and write for you, Because you are my favourite, And I love you!

You increase my knowledge, And sharpen my mind, Because in you, Rich vocabulary I find.

You are the best choice, And my ultimate wealth!

Shahzeb Khan Seelro, 6 years, Ghotki

My lovely doll

My lovely, lovely cute doll, I play with her all day.

She has beautiful eyebrows, And a long, pointed nose, She has pink lips like a rose, When I go to school, She says, ‘Bye bye.’

She likes happy life and full of joy, My prayers are always with her, May she will see no difficulty ever, May she always be with me!

Khadeeja Imtiaz Seelro, 6 years, Ghotki

I like…

I like birds, They fly high.

I like flowers, They are very beautiful.

I like moon, It is very cool.

I like sun, It is very shiny.

I like the sea, It is very deep.

I like the rain, It is very pleasant.

Muhammad Umar Siddiqui, 10 years, Karachi

A precious gift

On my 12th birthday, My uncle took me to the bay, He gave me a gift, Which was a toy robot, I was very happy to see it, Because it was really fit, It can talk, And sing an old song, It smashes the thing That comes in its way!

Ahsan Jamal, 12 years, Daharki

My car

I have a car, Its name is Russian Spotter, It has four tyres, And runs like fire, It works on gas, And is always ready for race, Its colour is white, And it’s brighter than light.

Mohammad Ali, 12 years, Daharki

My mother

My mother is very kind, She has a sharp mind.

She loves to teach us math, In a room which is free of rats.

She maintains the discipline at home, Sometimes I mess my room, And she asks to clean it with a broom.

She likes silver coloured cars, And her favourite snack is chocolate bar.

When my exams are near, She treats me like a dear.

I love her a lot, Because she loves me a lot!

Fazal-us-Saboor, 13 years, Daharki 

My best friend

My best friend is Laila, She is the best Because she takes intelligence tests; She is nice and likes to eat the rice, Sometimes she is rude, But sometimes she is funny And loves to save money, She goes crazy when studies math, East or west, Laila is the best!

Aisha Ajmal, 13 years, Daharki

Cricket

Cricket is my favourite game, I like to play it again and again, I bat when it’s my turn, During fielding I run and run, It keeps me busy for hours, No matter how much I play, I don’t get bored as I love this game, I can’t leave it, So, please don’t let me play.

Rayyan Bin Malik, 8 years, Via email

Ordinary girl

Most girls want to have Barbie gowns, I don’t want even Cinderella’s crown, The reason is clear, I am not a princess, Who will be captured by a villain!

My life is not a fantasy story, It’s a reality, As I am not Cinderella, I am not Sleeping Beauty, I am not Snow White, I am just an ordinary girl.

Tahira Sadaf Khan, 11 years, Karachi

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