DREAM TO FLY Look at the bird, sitting on the brunch Brunch of the tree having single leaf The

bird wants to fly in the airs of the sky The birds has no wings, so she is in grief But she has a dream: dream to touch the sky There are tears, she has fears The leaf make whispers, and wipe out her tears Dont see the wings if you have the dreams Wings will grow, and eyes will glow Look, the whole sky is coming here The bird closes eyes and starts feeling to fly Dreams never die; they teach you how to fly You should have the spirit to do or die Poet: UMM-E-LABIBA ROLL No. 17

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ALARAM CLOCK Ah! What a charming alarm clock A gift from Bangkok How beautiful was its tick tock Like the voice of a girls walk Like the voice of pigeons flock Do you know how much did it cost? Just shut up and do not ask One day do not know where it gets lost Ah! My alarm clock, I miss you a lot!

Poet: AYESHA RIAZ

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BEAUTIFUL MORNING Moon has gone with all stars Night has finished, the day is to start Appearance of new sun on the sky Beautiful birds are ready to fly Brightness of morning, cool cool air Twitters of sparrow can you hear? Blooming of flowers or twilight O friend! What a beautiful sight Flashing of sun between mountains Hear the tip tip of fountain Left behind all your sorrows and grief Go out to find some happiness my dear Pray HIS glory and thank HIM too WHO creates majestic things and you Poet: RABIA HAYAT ROLL No. 36

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DAUGHTERS
The relation is precious This is all due to ALLAH, the Gracious They are bound to a nice relation Which is full of sensation. Wrapped in the beauties of life Covered with sensitiveness In the lifes laughter and with Caring boundaries around them They are sparrows In the courtyard of their parents, Flying here and there Spreading their melodious voices. Poet: AYESHA HABIB

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DISASTROUS RESULT Last day were in the class Waiting happily to see result Suddenly sane became mad Leaves became sad Some eyes fell down But still they were open The marks sounded like a burst Some of rhyme, some of plot How the seeds were sown Some of sonnet, Some of alliteration Some of couplet, some of digression Poet: HUMAIRA MANZOOR

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FIRST DAY AT UNIVERSITY When I got admission to the university I came to hostel and left my city My first day in the class: We were afraid of our seniors Excited for the fooling of their juniors Then appearance of Sir Junaid Really made us glad Then Mam Zareens lecture, From seniors, was a protector Then seniors entered the class And our fooling was first class But we are happy now My Dear! Do you know how? Yes! Because we have settled here For us, these moments are rare Dont go please! Listen dear! Yah! With my class fellows I want to be fair . . . Poet: RABIA PARVEEN

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