My naughty brother.........:D:D

It was a day
My brother was lost
when we were seeking for a way
the outside was frost

I suppose the dining room
where my brother loves to eat
mom took a broom
to give him a beat

It was the tastiest pudding
mom made for her birthday
my brother was eating her pudding
which was made for a special day

mom got angry
and my brother was sad
mom realized his hungry
and forgave her lad

By
Shaira Iqbal.............:)

My sweet Mommy............:):)

I always wonder
why mothers are so unique
It makes me ponder
whether theres a special technique

I love my mommy
She is great in every way
Her sweets are so yummy
Iam lucky to eat them everyday

Iam so happy
As she is with me
Even when Iam scrappy
she is always there for me

she is the best teacher
An encouraging friend she is
She is a marvelous creature
A perfect symbol of peace

By
Shaira Iqbal..................:):):)

Iam what Iam...... :)

Iam what Iam
I have my own way
Oh! You would draw many pictures of me
Vain effort, they are going to be
For Iam not bothered to please you all
While changing my own way

Oh poor people!
Have you ever peeped into my own thoughts??
Never...... Yet you all judge myself to be 'dump'
while counting my superficial actions

It is a pity
Your attitudes are totally
different from my real thoughts
You all are out of power
your surface attitudes wont 
simply portray my own character

Oh! one thing is obvious
your attitudes are hilarious
I got my own style
I know it is a unique style

By
Shaira Iqbal.............:):)

My Loving Sister........:)

Peaceful SriLanka

Three decades back
this island of paradise
was a prolific island
stunning beauty of
huge hills and greenish fields
were the dominaring force of
my great noble SriLanka

Tender breeze from the
rain forests and the
running rivers from the
enermous coomb were the
welcoming receotion for
strangers from all over the cosmos

It was an era
no horrors to experience or
no trapidition of inrasion
to feel the great pain of blood shed

As a sudden blow
Attacked a sudden storm
throughout my loving country
serenity turnedout to great fuss
while making a vast mess
There were harmonious hearts but
pertified with gun shots
poor hearts were yearning for a
purified peace land,invisible from
horrors and bloodsheds

As a sudden force
rose a better time
It was the day
the slaughterous germs were rid away
to restore the fragrance of peace in this land

  By
  SHAIRA IQBAL

My Shinig Goal

It was a night
identified with no lights
no stars to illuminate
no moon to manipulate

My mind was ful of imagination
forcasting a vast revolution
as the candle was burning
my heart was yearning
for a change
charged with great challange

Embarked my journey
the great joy of education journey
Years past rapidely
while I was studing badly

Years later
the night seems better
many more stars
to illuminate my heart

A sparkling life
without any strife
Enjoying a happy life
Resulted through my past strife


                                     By
                                            shaira Iqbal

Love

A long lasting better life

with the absence of grief and sorrow

could always spread
the smell of love

within each heart

Love is pure

A never ending source it is,

Love is strong

that enriches the

essence of harmoney

among each heart

A love filled heart

would never die soon

but it would be eternal

to illuminate a

hundreds of years

by

Shaira Iqbal