sania harris

Rookie (2/10/94 / Abu Dhabi)

sania harris Poems

1. She Left 1/8/2008
2. Victory 1/8/2008
3. At The Last Moment 1/8/2008
4. I'Ll Miss You Tara 6/18/2008
5. Rostrum Of Life 9/27/2008
6. Trip To Narnia 9/29/2008
7. My Den - Ix B 10/10/2008
8. Victims Of Breast Cancer! 10/14/2008
9. Your Beauty In A Trance! 10/14/2008
10. My Photo Frame 10/24/2008
11. You Make Me Glow 10/26/2008
12. Mirror 10/26/2008
13. Terms Of 'Luv' 10/31/2008
14. My Sister Left Home...Part Ii 11/14/2008
15. So Near…yet So Far! 11/16/2008
16. Wedding Bells And Vows 11/18/2008
17. The Pendulum 12/10/2008
18. Identity Crisis! 12/23/2008
19. My Darkest Hour 12/27/2008
20. I Am Scared...Of Man! 12/28/2008
21. Wodhu To Purity! 12/28/2008
22. Lucky Flower! 1/19/2009
23. Where We Slept... 1/22/2009
24. The Lady Of Lance 2/22/2009
25. The Lonely Classroom 8/2/2009
26. My Friend Tonight 9/25/2009
27. The Sunshine Blues 12/3/2009
28. A Dying Friend 5/13/2010
29. Not So Little- Little Boy 10/14/2010
30. Irritatingly Perfect 4/6/2011
31. Healing Rain 12/10/2008
32. Torture Of Boredom 12/28/2008
33. Christmas Sharing! 12/16/2008
34. I Hate You! 12/1/2008
35. One More Chance! 9/20/2008
36. My Sister Left Home...Part I 9/27/2008
37. An Ode For You! 10/19/2008
38. Et Tu Brute! 6/17/2009
39. Fleeing To Her Desire 10/11/2008
40. Fun Sized 4/14/2011
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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