LOOK TOWARDS THE SKY

[email protected] (Bushra Gazzala Rahmatullah)
July 23, 2014

gaza-bombing

Hamas rockets land Israel it read
War is an act of self defence they said
War can help us get back our dues
We seek justice through war was another excuse

On another headline some light was shed
100s wounded and 500 dead
We will fight back n not suffer the abuse
Weapons were collected and bombs were put to use

Houses destroyed and innocents dead
Helpless and fragile children to be fed
Frightened and dishearten by the hell let loose
Praying and hoping for a truce…

Watching the fireworks of destruction dance overhead
Unsure about tomorrow they lay on bed
Kids young children they look so blue
Why is this happing they have no clue

Looking at human life going to waste
From endless cycle of war copy paste
Why are they fighting? Why is there no peace?
How will you put the victim's crying heart to ease?

The stories of hardship is often untold
The sea of grief when the stories unfold
It stays in the hearts of those lying lifeless and cold
Let's pray for the end of war and victim's young and old
Let's pray to find humanity within our souls

Let's pray for the day when they look towards the sky above
Find olive branch carried by the flying dove
Instead of worthless bombs that blow...

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By Muhammad Ayaan Y K
March 18,2020

There was cat with a ball
He said “I got it when one boy fell”
Then the boy came and he told,
“I got it when I attained fame!”
Then the cat said, “it’s behind a wall!”
There was a cat who is fat,
He said, “it happened when 
I sat on a mat
Then his owner cried 
He said, “because his fish died 
So I like to be fat.”
There was a cat on a pan 
He was wearing a can
He said, “I want to die!”
Then another cat told,
“You are telling lie, right?”
So he told, “Alright but 
I want to sleep on the pan!”

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

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Nandini
 - 
Tuesday, 7 Apr 2020

Very good Ayan, you are getting better and better. Keep them coming.

Shihab
 - 
Wednesday, 18 Mar 2020

Congrats Ayan!  Nice poem.. Masha Allah!

Keep writing.. All the best.

Sadananda Acharya
 - 
Wednesday, 18 Mar 2020

Excellent Ayaan. I read your previous poems too. You have special talent in poetics. keep up the good work..... 

Mohamed Rafiq
 - 
Wednesday, 18 Mar 2020

Awesome Ayaan.. way to go!

Antony Thimoth…
 - 
Wednesday, 18 Mar 2020

Amazing talents. Congratulations Ayaan baba. May be I feel  only few years are ahead to be known as a well renowned child poet. Your earlier poetries also I have read it which are freely flowing with poetic thoughts. May Allah Bless you always.

 

T V Abdulla
 - 
Wednesday, 18 Mar 2020

Well written, all the best

 

 

AbdulSamadKolnad
 - 
Wednesday, 18 Mar 2020

Masha Allah...verry well explained the justfication of cat to be fat....and to do what ever it wants,,,good one keep writing good luck...

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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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P A Hameed Padubidri
January 17,2020

Make a note!

I am an Indian

I own my name with a title

That’s embedded even before my birth and

Still rooted in my soil that always mixes with my flesh and blood

My father, his father and all my forefathers,

Got churned in this soil although their souls are in the purgatory

I grew... and the peepal plant I saw in my childhood also grew with me

Stones and grasses I walked on became a walkway

The sky and earth I used to play and sleep amid

The sea with sounding waves, and hills and mountains with echoes

Are the same

Watching the pigeons and other birds sitting over the roof of my home;

I feel no difference

Then why I need to show my blood is red

And that’s still flowing in my body?

I am still alive... but,

Oblivious why my passport is still feeling birth pangs of my title

At this point in time!

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