Because I’m not human

By Muhammad Ayaan Y K
December 18, 2019

I may look like human
But you will think I am weird
Because there’s lot strange things in me
I look like an Indian
Energetic as Arab
Adventurous like American
Speak like British
That’s not it,
There is more in me
Strong like Jamaicans
Sing like African
Smart like Japanese
And act like Canadian
You can call me weird,
Strange or whatever

Because I am not human
I am just a robot.

Structure from India
Fuel from Arabia
System from America
Sound box from Britain
Metal from Jamaica
Song downloaded from Africa
Data from Japan
Memory card from Canada

So now you understood
What I am
Just treat everyone
As kind as can be

Muhammad Ayaan Y K is a Class 6 student of Sudana Residential School, Puttur D K

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Nandini Samudrala
 - 
Saturday, 28 Dec 2019

Very well written Ayaan, very good imagination of being a robo of international standard, having a good quality from each country and becoming a complete and perfect robo or human. Great job and keep them coming.

Venkatesh Kumar b n
 - 
Wednesday, 18 Dec 2019

Excellent described

Ismail Vitla
 - 
Wednesday, 18 Dec 2019

Ayaan, keep it up dear Masha Allah. Will wait for the next one :)

Hey! Love it …
 - 
Wednesday, 18 Dec 2019

We are all a bit of everyone and everything everywhere 

Vivekananda Shanker
 - 
Wednesday, 18 Dec 2019

Excellent Poetry... Ayaan.. We look forward to many more writings from you.. Stay blessed. 

Too good Ayaan!
 - 
Wednesday, 18 Dec 2019

Nice poetry Ayaan!

Abdul Samad Kolnad
 - 
Wednesday, 18 Dec 2019

Masha Allah……Subuhanallah…..good imagination…good presentation….congratulations for your debut in media…..good writings keep it up…good luck and all the best for your future writings….

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Muhammad Ayaan Yusuf Kolnad
July 23,2020

It’s day to the emoji fair

Where the fun begins with happiness

It’s day to the emoji fair

Where the fun ends with happiness

The water is waiting for you to come

To make you enjoy a lot,

The smooth – awesome slide is cool

That makes this park wonderful.

Be ready to laugh

Because the clown will

Tickle your funny – bone

Get ready to have fun

The funny coasters are here.

It’s a day to the emoji fair

It’s time to say goodbye

To the … emoji fair.

COME BACK AGAIN

Muhammad Ayaan Yusuf Kolnad is a Grade 7 student at Sudhana Residential School, Puttur

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Dr Parinitha
January 17,2020

We came on foot, we came on boats, shouting slogans of Azadi.

We stood on roof tops and sat on walls under the burning midday sun,

Listening to the words that we had longed to hear for so long.

Words that had been scripted through the lonely fears of our hearts.

Words that were spoken now with the clarity of courage.

Words that were spoken now with the suppressed strength of pent up anger.

Words that were spoken now with the certainty of belonging to the soil 

Which had become one with the dust of our ancestors.

We stood there in the waves of heat

Feeling the surge and press  of countless bodies around us.

Bodies meshed through the odour of sweat 

And the shared fear of a common persecution.

And hanging from the roof tops,

And tied to the poles,

And clutched in hands slippery with sweat,

And wrapped round the pillars,

And spreading into our blood,

Were three strips of colour with a wheel of spokes,

Sewn together into the shape of our being.

Woven into the folds of our future and the creases of our past. 

Stitched to the seams of the earth, the water, the air and the sky 

That belonged to us and to which we belonged. 

And we stood there from noon to evening,

We the people of India.

Raising our clenched fists like signposts to the future.

Chanting slogans like a new anthem.

Kin to each other through the ties of community.

Born to live and die 

In a nation that was ours to hold on to

And ours to belong to.

Dr Parinitha is a professor of English in Mangalore University. She penned the poem soon after participating in the historic protest against CAA, NPR and NRC at Shah Garden, Adyar, Mangaluru on 15th January, 2020.

Also Read: 

‘The more you try to divide us, the stronger and united we’ll be’: Record turnout in Mangaluru’s anti-NRC protest

Anti-NRC protest in Mangaluru brings ‘media bias’ to the fore

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Abdullah
 - 
Wednesday, 29 Jan 2020

Salute to you siter for your meaningful poem.  This is reality.  However, the enmy is blind/deaf/dumb.   May God give right way of thinking to enmy and in case he is unlucky, let God finish him and let him beg for death.  

Indian
 - 
Thursday, 23 Jan 2020

Waav..What a Heart Touching poetry...

 

Hats off to you ma'am....

 

Love from all Indians...

 

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P A Hameed Padubidri
April 23,2020

I looked around me
As I was walking in my own shoes.

Right & left
Front & back, up & down
But none is around...

Just opened the windows
And took a little peep,
As if a lover take a furtive look into his Lover's casement ajar;
I found none. 

Then I opened my front door...
Looked right & left
And rushed to the main gate,
If I could see anyone behind the wall;
Still I did see none.

Alas!, 
I saw broken glazed glasses-  
That are being scattered everywhere
On the ground...

Also, I looked at withered leaves 
That are falling down & rolling away.
I eyed on rapidly falling stars, 
But I became helpless to know, 
Where they fell on. 

I could see the giant ship sailing, 
In the mid of deep surging Ocean,
Lost their navigation 
To the 'invisible storm';
The passengers are crying-
Loudly & helplessly,
But the captain sent SOS...!!! 

I went hurriedly & sat on the chair-
Deeply contemplating like a oblivious Saint;
And ridiculously conjectured:

"WORLD IS TEMPORARILY UNDER MAINTENANCE?!"

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