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.............:)
Sunday, April 17, 2011
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..................:):):)
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.............:):)
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.............:):)
Tuesday, April 12, 2011
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Sun shines-and my
Hopes peep-out- To welcome
A host of angels with
Illuminating candles-waiting at the
Reception of my heart to
Anticipate a new world
By
Shaira Iqbal