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
Today My Mother Died
Today my mother died Silently without a sign Never inkling about her sadness Even though we filled her with madness
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
Watching Her Daddy Come
The cherry wind stroke her face Shuffling her locks aside With a beaming smile she sat awake To watch her daddy come
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
Silently She Cries
She sat near the white roses Petals fallen on her hair Tied in golden locks Agitated by the air
Daddy's Darling...Or Not
A tear dropp fell today From a childs innocent eyes The reason, I know not Might be of fear, terror and lies
You said you shall stay The next moment you are gone You tell me not to fray And I wait till every dawn
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
A Place Called Home
Today, I visited a place A place they called home No spot of deface It was perfect in this loam
Letter To God
Respected beloved teacher I hear that you are close to god If you shall not truly mind Will you hand on this to him?
Anger With A Friend
Today I was angry with my friend And I decided everything came to an end I was irate for no reason I acted as if my choice was treason
Hushed In Your Womb
As a cell, I float around I am just another night’s pleasure My goal is my mom’s womb Am I a problem or a treasure?
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
Alone And Lonely
She ran towards me On her face was a huge glee She looked at her mummy and plead “I want him mummy” she said
The Garden Of Heaven
A river that ran as lucid as air
And the fish in it like gold and hoary
The flowers like a fiery orange flame
Nourished well by the water
Just like oil keeps a lamp constantly burning
A firm bridge of marbles
Carved by the delicate hands of angels
Where happiness is unending
Where the poor is rich