My dream

I saw a dream, A house full of cream, I am in clouds, And saw jumping bunnies’ crowd, There was so much noise, And a cracking skeleton’s voice, I was swimming in a vanilla stream, And in the rainbow sunbeam, In the dream I saw golden stars, And saw flying cars, There were gardens of Colourful nuts and bolts; Where farmers grew gold, A dream is a bunch of imaginations Of every new generation!

Alisha Hussain Mumtaz, 11 years, Karachi

Exams

I am locked in my room, Piles of notebooks are Scattered on my table; I am totally confused, I don’t know what to do!

My day is filled with Anxiety and fear; I feel like a prisoner Locked in a jail; I have to study hard and diligently, Because I’m determined not to fail!

Yahya-ur-Rahman, Mirpurkhas, 10 years

Polly’s lolly

This is Polly, She has a lolly, She went to a shop, And bought chocolates and candies.

Polly ate her lolly in the house, But was startled by a Greedy mouse!

Huda Ali, 7 years, Karachi

My school

I miss my school a lot During summer vacation; These months are a tough occasion, I miss my teachers, They are my best guides, I miss my class and weep, At night I am not able to sleep, I pray that holidays finish soon, So that my life gets free from Sadness and gloom!

Sameer Nasir, 11 years, Turbat

Myself

I am so good, I always eat homemade food, I am so healthy, But I am not so wealthy, Even then I help others, I am a light for my parents, I am a fairy for my grandparents, I look like a tomboy, I have a doll and many other toys, I am so beautiful, I am very dutiful, I never hate anybody, I always love everybody, I always get good remarks In my homework.

Teachers make smiley faces On my notebooks with golden markers!

Saaliqua Kiran, 10 years, Karachi

I love cricket

Cricket is the game I like the most, I cry when my ball gets lost, I am the captain of my team, My shot goes like scorching beam, People understand what I mean, Many grounds I have seen, People say I am a fast bowler, I like bats which are smaller.

Jameel Majnoo Mahesar, 13 years, Darbello

One last goodbye

It was a weird phenomenon, A feeling so intense, That time passed just like lightning, The days left dark and dense, We spent our time so foolishly; We treated you so carelessly, Because we never knew you’d go, And thoughts still haunt our memories, Of that time, we don’t know why, When we never knew you’d be leaving, So we never said goodbye!

And we still wish for one last chance, To erase the tears away, One last chance to say goodbye, To meet you in some way, And yet you left so quietly, And no one heard a thing, We’re still waiting for that chance, When we’ll exchange goodbyes, When our hearts at last will be at peace, And then we’ll never cry!

Maleeha Khan, 14 years, Karachi

Tension

The moment you come in tension, You lose your attention, And it creates confusion, That increases your irritation, And spoils personal relations, Ultimately you get no cooperation, This lead to great complication, Instead of understanding the situation, And try to seek out the solution, You increase your tension!

Many issues can be solved with discussion, And it also works better for your profession, Don’t think it as a free suggestion, It’s only for your prevention, If you understand my intention, Believe me you will never Have any tension!

Younus Qadir Owazi, 14 years, Turbat

My mother

My mother’s name is Sultana Fatima, Her favourite hobby is cycling, Her favourite colour is red, She plays with me in the evening, Her favourite fruit is mango, Her favourite vegetable is carrot, Her favourite flower is rose, Her favourite pet is parrot, She likes to bake pizza and cake, She takes care of me, She teaches me daily, She wears shalwar qameez, Her favourite food is biryani, She likes colourful butterflies, Her favourite language is Urdu, And I like her very much.

Burhan Chaudhri, 7 years, Rahim Yar Khan