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!