For Friends

The twinkle in your eyes
Like stars in the skies
Your amazing hair
Your face too delicate
Full of love, never hate
And the way you sing
So enchanting
Your small comforting hands
We are best friends

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Your fate, create it
Your path, make it
Your star, shines on you
Your friends, count on you
Your heart gives all the love
Your freedom is like a dove
Your respect, you earn it
Your luck, so bet on it
Your game, play it
Your life, own it

Sofia Baloch

Grade X-G

BSS North Nazimabad Cambridge Branch

Sofia wrote these poems for her friends Manahal and Tooba and they both were published in "Smash!" March 2011

The King of Old

Look upon the plaque crafted in gold,

Set in marble, white and cold,

In the heavy script of some man long dead,
Says "Here lies the King of Old".

Perhaps he was blessed with silken skin,

Perhaps he was from the noblest of kin,

Perhaps he was bold of brow,
Perhaps he was robed in satin.

Yet he was lulled into the endless sleep,

In a grave where he will keep,

Until the world perishes by flame or frost,

And he will sow what he did reap.

So the King of Old sleeps alone,

Neither twisting nor turning in his bed of stone,

Yet even here, he dreams to rule,

With a throne of flesh and a crown of bones.

Maaz Masood

Grade X- F

BSS North Nazimabad Cambridge Branch

RELISHING RAIN

Rain, as it falls, as it pours to the ground,

Some kind of magic - love it brings around,

Feelings in the wind today, some kind of pain,

A blend of grief and content,

Ah! The beautiful rain.

Asadullah

IX- M

BSS North Nazimabad Cambridge Branch

Try

Watered eyes that once were dry,
That blissful heart - with a dreadful cry.
The end of hope - the time of despair,
The moment when pain, is hard to bear,
When relinquishment, the desire wears,
When the heart sinks, in abject tears.
The soul breaks, in vile cries,
O men! Don't lose hope; it's the time to rise.
Keep up. Retain hope - and find your trace,
And then you in its arms, will the destiny embrace.
Fall once, and then, try again,
And over you the mirth, of triumph will rain.

Asadullah

IX- M

BSS North Nazimabad Cambridge Branch

DIGNITY

Ye knights of realm, for whom you strain?

For the heavens or their lust - that put your hearts in fain?

Or, for the nation's love, you fight?

With honor! Splendour, and what might,

You lay your lives - on the battlefields

But what weal justice, to you it yields?

No justice! No bliss - it does lend,

And a cleaved soul none casts though mend

Not mend indeed - thus with a sigh

I mention a few - words hereby

That as you die for the dignity

You dwell in hearts 'till eternity

Asadullah IX- M
BSS, North Nazimabad Cambridge Branch