sania harris

Rookie (2/10/94 / Abu Dhabi)

sania harris Poems

1. Today My Mother Died 3/20/2008
2. The Moment (Barack Hussain Obama’s Inauguration) 1/21/2009
3. Watching Her Daddy Come 9/2/2008
4. Silently She Cries 1/12/2008
5. My Secret Crush 6/9/2008
6. Daddy's Darling...Or Not 11/5/2008
7. Beautifully Hurt 1/25/2009
8. Farewell, Dear Teacher 2/24/2009
9. A Place Called Home 10/29/2008
10. My School Principal 11/14/2008
11. Letter To God 12/20/2008
12. Anger With A Friend 10/24/2008
13. Hushed In Your Womb 11/14/2008
14. Alone And Lonely 1/9/2008
15. Die Another Death 10/24/2008
16. God's Phone Call 10/22/2008
17. A Confer With Life 12/23/2008
18. Show Time...! ! ! 9/4/2008
19. I Am Sorry! ! ! 9/27/2008
20. You Stabbed Me In The Back 9/27/2008
21. Down My Memory Lane 10/1/2008
22. The Garden Of Heaven 1/8/2008
23. Why Am I Crying? 6/16/2008
24. Lonely Soul! 6/17/2008
25. A Mom's Affection 12/9/2008
26. He Breathed His Last 1/8/2008
27. My Baby Brother 11/15/2008
28. Bombay Assail 11/29/2008
29. Death Clock 1/8/2008
30. Exam Excuse 6/9/2008
31. Place Of Horror...! ! ! 8/21/2008
32. I Want You Back 11/15/2008
33. A Soldier 10/31/2008
34. Mid-Summer Dream 1/9/2008
35. Princess Of Darkness 1/11/2008
36. When Dreams Fall Apart (Song) 9/25/2008
37. Blissful Life 10/10/2008
38. Unfair Life 1/8/2008
39. My Daddy, A Smoker 3/28/2008
40. My Amigo- My Sister 9/27/2008
Best Poem of sania harris

Today My Mother Died

Today my mother died
Silently without a sign
Never inkling about her sadness
Even though we filled her with madness
Never being a burden for us
Instead giving us all a bless

Today my mother died
The one to whom I always lied
Screaming at her for her calmness
Creating all kind of fuss
Not thinking about her loneliness
Putting her in deep distress

Today my mother died
Thinking about her past, I sighed
The times I went away
The times I never looked back
The pains she felt astray
The pains she felt setback

Today my mother died
I ...

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Unfair Life

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

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