Category: Poems

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My Cat

by Roshaney Sarfaraz – Grade V-A   S he runs into the cupboard when she wants to hide, She chases all the birdies when she goes outside She plays with my pencil when I try to write, She jumps on my bed when I lie down at night She curls up like a ball on the

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Be Happy

by Ms. Sana Kazi     I saw you there sitting by yourself, I saw you without a smile I saw you when you were deep in thought, And then I stood there for a while I knew that you were sad, And that your heart was heavy, But I wanted to let you know That it

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Ten Things How Life Could Be

by Ms. Sana Kazi   How beautiful could life be,, If miseries were not there How sweet could this place be, If love was all that we could share How cheery could our faces be, If tears would not flow How full of life could we be, If not a bit of sadness would show How

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Tere Ehsaan Dekhoon

تیرے احساں دیکھوں   by Ms. Johar Ibad   تیرا کرم ، تیری عطا، تیرے احسان دیکھوں میں کون کون سی ادا میر ے مہربان دیکھوں تیرا ہی جَلوہ نظر آتا ہے چاروں جانِب زمیں دیکھوں یا پھر اُوپر آسماں دیکھوں تیرے بندے تیرے احکام کو نہیں مانیں مگر میں تیرا صبَر تیرا اِطمیناں دیکھوں فقط

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Shaan-e-Muhammad (PBAH)

by Ms. Johar Ibad کیسے بتا پاۓ گا کوئ شان ِ محمد جبکہ ہے اللہ تعالیٰ ثنأ خوان ِ محمد بن کر جہاں میں رحمۃ الاعملمیں أۓ رحمت ہی رحمت ہے گویا پہچان محمد ہر ایک زمانے کے لۓاس میں نصیحت سر چشمۂ کمال ہے قرآنِ ِ محمد تھے دو جہاں کے بادشاہ بستر تھا بوریہ

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الٰہی تیری چوکھٹ پر

الٰہی تیری چوکھٹ پر بھکاری بن کے آیا ہوں سراپا فقر ہوں عجز و ندامت ساتھ لایا ہوں بھکاری وہ کہ جس کے پاس جھولی ہے نہ پیالہ ہے بھکاری وہ جسے حرص و ہوس نے مار ڈالا ہے متاع دین و دانش، نفس کے ہاتھوں سے لٹوا کر سکون قلب کی دولت، ہوس کی

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A Kid’s Plea

I watch them dig my grave All gallant men so brave With all their might and mien I see them cinders gleanp For them it is a game Culling a face without a name But I’m my mother’s son Tell me is dying fun? They promise me toys and shoes Frilly clothes with varying hues What

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The Prophet of Islam

  O Uncrowned king of Yathrib! That walked the native land, The marks of thy footsteps remain, Yet ‘pon the desert sand. Whilst yet a child did Bahira foresaw A glorious destiny was Thine, And thou grew up faithful to thy call, That has been proved by Time. The throne was there yet e’er Thou sat

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A Lost Hope

by Amna Gohar (Late)   A whiff of hope, a flicker of light, I glided, I gloated, I flattered, I floated, I tried to hold it all. A moment of joy, a twinkle of mirth, I sang, I danced, I capered, I pranced, I tried to live it all. A tinge of bliss, a hue of glee,

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Repentance

by Amna Gohar (Late)   A lone tear, How funny it was. A blackened heart, and sooty soul, All soaked in sins. And there I was, At His gate. Weeping, Crying, Wanting to be let in. He opened His arms, What an embrace it was! Me? No! I felt ashamed. I cried, He was close. I cried

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