Biography of sania harris
i am a girl aged 14. i go to our own english high school abu dhabi. i have an elder sister; the sweetest sister you can ever imagine. i crave for a brother but unfortunately doesnt have one. i hail from india, kerala, canannore. i have a big family full of loving relatives. my best friend is sofia. the poem 'she left' is written for her. writing has influenced me a lot after it got published in a weekly magazine that is published in the united arab emirates namely 'young times'. the joy i feel when i write is boundless. i have written a lot of poems and stories and some of my favorites are the one that i have posted in the net. i am a good athlete as well as a writer. my sister is my biggest encouraging rope of hope. she helps me a lot in writing and so am very thankfull to her. my teacher, mrs.chitra has also her part in helping me write. my life moves around my sister, my mother and my father.
i write emotional poems mostly.....but let me tell you.....EXEPT FOR ONE OR TWO POEMS.....NONE OTHERS ARE WRITTEN BECAUSE OF EXPERIENCE....i atill have my mother, my dad didnt go away, and i am not a lost person....i am not hated by everyone...i am not abused.....nothing like that happens in my life....my life is really good...i write poems like those because i am a writer who likes to write down imaginations and about people who can't leave a beautiful life like i have....
again....i am telling you.... I LOVE MY LIFE...AND MY POEMS HAVE NOTHING TO DO WITH MY LIFE!
sania harris Poems
Farewell, Dear Teacher
For some, you may be the candle But for me, you are the light That showed me how to handle Even the daunting without fright
My School Principal
The creak of his shoes can be heard in a mile This sound, it fades all the smiles Silence will sprout from the deep underground Everyone will hide so as not to be found
The Moment (Barack Hussain Obama’s Inaug...
The moment of Obama’s inauguration Was a fluke of fate written for the nation It was a moment to be cherished
My Secret Crush
I think about you everyday I plan out what to say You have no idea, you have no clue Just how much I think about you
Today My Mother Died
Today my mother died Silently without a sign Never inkling about her sadness Even though we filled her with madness
God's Phone Call
Today as I got out of my house My phone rang inside I decided not to pick it up ‘cos then I would be late for work
My Baby Brother
On a special delayed morning When I was still snoring My mom was taken to the hospital For she was a very pregnant lady
Silently She Cries
She sat near the white roses Petals fallen on her hair Tied in golden locks Agitated by the air
You Stabbed Me In The Back
My dreams were all shattered And thoughts all scattered My world went black When you stabbed me in the back
A Place Called Home
Today, I visited a place A place they called home No spot of deface It was perfect in this loam
Let me tell you how it feels Let me show you how it deals I am not skinny, I am fat Not so thick haired, I know that
Fleeing To Her Desire
It was midnight late When she decided her fate A look around her admired ‘cos to run away she desired
Swings are filled Everyone is thrilled This world of glory Full of flowery
I Am Sorry! ! !
I am sorry for talking behind your back Sorry for calling you a black I am sorry for spreading rumors about you
My life is so unfair
It is worse than a spider’s
If I go to school from home
The teacher asks me “where’s your mom”
They treat me like a kid
Like I am kept for fun
In home it’s my dad
He asks me how much I got for maths