Doom's Day In Peshawar (Pakistan)

Doom’s Day In Peshawar (Pakistan)

All the students attending school,

Not knowing what happens soon,

They will be getting killed,

By the evil of dirty wills.

In morning the terrorists came,

Wrote the school's terrifying fate,

They entered the school,

And started firing like fool.

They had no mercy for children's innocence,

And killed them in the tragic reminiscence,

They ruined the parent’s dreams,

By killing their only beloved ones.

The military force at last arrived,

So some children were saved,

They kept some children as hostages,

For what seemed ages and ages.

There was blood everywhere blood,

And it seemed like flood and flood,

There were bodies of babes died,

The saved ones just cried and cried.

The public now curse insane people,

For the attack that was not feeble,

Terrorists can be annihilated with the strength,

If the public stand united against them.

These people must be persecuted,

And must be punished, hanged and killed,

For they created such a reminiscence,

By killing the children full of innocence.

This day will never be forgotten,

The day of bloodshed of innocents,

I swear! I swear! I swear!

Till they alive.

17-12-2014

My Best Friends

My Best Friends

I had a friend,

Who lasted till the end,

He helped me very much,

Whenever I got into a fuss.

He was a bit arrogant,

Still was a good friend,

He was very strong,

But he got his maths sums wrong.

I had another friend,

Who also lasted till the end,

He was very skinny,

He got me out of problems like a genie,

He didn't study much,

But he played games very much,

He played handball and football,

And got a medal after every fall.

I had another friend,

Who kept quiet till the end,

He didn't talk much,

But he studied very much.

He wasn't good in playing game,

He still had a fame and name,

He didn't participate much in activities,

But was a boy so less aggressive.

They were my best of friends,

Who all lasted till the end,

I'll never forget them all,

As they were my best friends after all.

The Surgeon

The Surgeon

There was a surgeon, happy and honest,

He cured his patients to his best,

Once came a Prince from far,

And he had to be cured fast.

The surgeon cured the prince,

Not for money but since then,

He had a fortune smaller than a pen,

It's worth was about a million pound pints.

He told his wife the whole story,

And she was filled with glory,

She reminded him of going to Renshaws,

He became angry and clenched his jaws.

They hid the diamond in the fridge,

And went happily across the ridge,

They came back after a weekend,

And found a mess and a wasteland,

They found the diamond stolen,

So they became heart broken,

They contacted the police the only thing they could think,

The police came on a car faster than an eye blink.

They found two culprits,

But they were not the gits,

They found one last culprit,

Who was actually the git.

The culprit had taken ice from the fridge,

And had got the diamond into his ribs,

The surgeon performed a quick surgery,

And took the diamond into his home and out of the infirmary.

The surgeon was happy again,

As the plight was gleeful again,

I'll never forget this poem,

I swear! I swear! I swear!

Still Child Labour

Still Child Labour

O My God! Still poor children,

Work for day and night

To earn their livelihood!

They work since ages and ages,

But get very meagre wages,

They are given a broom at ten,

When they should hold a pen.

Still there fate mops to clean the floor,

When they should be at friend's door,

At the age to go to schools,

They are dubbed as big fools.

They are given brooms to clean the dust,

When they should be at school must,

They are made illiterate,

But they still fight against such a fate.

Great men dreamed, aspired our India be free,

Still they do labouring to get a fee,

I feel gloom and sad,

By seeing their plight very bad.

I prefer to prosper them,

Understanding life and being a gem,

Engineer, doctor, teacher should be their fate,

And they must enter the gaiety gate.

O My God! Still poor children,

Work for day and night,

To earn their livelihood!

A Poor Old Bus

A Poor Old Bus

I was going on a bus, 

And everything was a fuss,

I thought of going back, 

But it seemed far aback.

The windows were shattering,

 The rain was chattering,

As the bus was old,

But I still got a bit bold.

The seats were crumbling,

And I was mumbling,

As to God I trust,

And should reach home must.

As I looked at the trees outside,

 It gave me the creeps inside,

As it was a night,

But I still gave a fight.

I thought of ghosts,

Then looked at my driver host,

He gave me more creeps,

But I thought of reaching home in peace.

The bus was slow,

And I thought of getting old,

The bus suddenly became fast,

Like a rocket launched with a blast.

With a speed like that, 

I thought my head would crack,

I reached home in grief,

But still it was a relief.

Could never forget the poor old bus,

That created such a fuss,

Still it is a journey to be remembered,

I bet! I bet!

A Girl On A Quest

A Girl On A Quest

The girl went on and on, 

With a donkey under her con,

All laughed at her,

But it didn't lose confidence in her.

The donkey was tired,

But it still was hired,

It was raining heavily,

But the girl still went on and on.

She went to save her family,

Captured by the evil of Sauron,

She cried and cried,

But still she tried,

The girl went on and on,

With a donkey her con,

All insulted her

But it didn't lose confidence in her.

A Christmas Present

A Christmas Present

There was a woman,
Rich but sad,
As she had no friends,
So, she felt lonely in the bend

Once she met a small boy,
And brought him a toy,
She had made a friend,
Who last till the end.

Then Christmas came,
And she was happy again,
She got a gift from the boy,
And was filled in with joy.

Then the bell rang at the door,
And she hurried on the floor,
There stood her friend
Who last till the end.

There was a woman,
Rich and happy,
As she had made a friend,
To last till the end.

Visit To A Graveyard

Visit To A Graveyard

A graveyard in autumn,

We have to visit,

What could be worse?

This happens with a girl,

 Who visits three graves,

The trees were dry,

And the girl went to cry.

The girl became sad

As the situation was bad,

She saw a spirit rose,

And it gave her a happy dose.

The spirit went through her, 

And filled happiness in her,

She closed her eyes,

And saw her loved ones.

She opened her eyes,

And saw the graves,

She went sad again,

As the situation went bad again.

A graveyard in autumn,

We have to visit,

What could be worse?