Maryam Khan Poems
|1.||What's A Computer? ? ? ? ? ?||11/21/2008|
|2.||You Told Me In A Dream You Always Loved Me||12/18/2008|
|3.||Voices Of Nature||1/26/2009|
|4.||Never Ending Pain||1/29/2009|
|7.||Exams! ! ! ! !||12/21/2008|
|10.||Answers I Know Are There||12/15/2008|
|11.||Try N Try||11/25/2008|
|13.||The Space Program||11/19/2008|
|14.||I'Ll Never Forget You!||12/10/2008|
|16.||Being A Girl||12/12/2008|
|17.||Looking For A Man||1/7/2009|
|18.||Isn'T It Funny?||1/7/2009|
|19.||Our Own Personal War||12/29/2008|
|20.||This Is Me||1/6/2009|
|21.||I See Me||11/20/2008|
|22.||Stop It Now! !||12/4/2008|
|24.||Breakfast In Bed||11/22/2008|
|25.||Being A Child!||12/26/2008|
Being A Child!
Being a child,
with adventures everyday,
building high spirits,
making a new mind grow.
Mysteries peak holding small trinkets,
what to do,
how to play,
imagination goes wild with wonders!
It's when adults break childish habits,
the day they turn old,
the day maturity is placed before them,
to wipe play time and lay down the rules.
inside do children really change?
Can they truly jump to one age,
to the very next?
Adults know better then to change a child so quick,
don't let them ...
In a terrible fog I once lost my way,
Where I had wandered I could not say,
I found a signpost just by a fence,
But I could not read it, the fog was so dense.
Slowly but surely, frightened to roam,
I climbed up the post for my nearest way home,
Striking a match I turned cold and faint,
These were the words on it, '' MIND THE WET PAINT''.