Shahzia Batool

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A Girl Of Nine! - Poem by Shahzia Batool

I neither claim to be a perfect being
nor a person free of flaws
my heart is made of rebel stuff
it does not follow laws
somewhere inside I keep a child
who does never grow
She has her silent tantrums wild
which mostly unattended go
In me resides that girl of Nine
you can say second self of mine
she is in contrast with me
when all leave, she lasts with me
she's always clad in painted frock
and loves to watch the birds' flock
painted hair in pony-tails
silky-textured ribbon tied
same in nature Maggie-like
sharp in wit and moods wild
up a second, down the next
mercurial creature knows no rest
always in some search and quest
sighs with others when others sigh
smiles with others in times of joys
never follows what I say
unlike me she likes to play
I am sober, tender, mild
she is naughty, wittily-styled
I'm mature, she is wild
I've grown up but she is child!

Poet's Notes about The Poem

*Maggie Tulliver is George Eliot's character with whom I always identified myself!

Comments about A Girl Of Nine! by Shahzia Batool

  • Amitava Sur (1/20/2014 12:25:00 PM)

    Duel existence in a single person, apparently seems funny but actually very true.Actually, in every human being - there lives a child all through the life. And that's why our mind always remains in a confusion........ a nice penning (Report) Reply

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  • Ramesh Rai (12/25/2013 10:04:00 AM)

    I m searching that child of nine. where she is lost. (Report) Reply

  • (11/28/2013 10:32:00 AM)

    Shahzia, I'm really amazed 2 c the similarity in thoughts! ! I always say, sb ko lgta hai men barhi ho gae hun mgr mery andar ki 'choti bachi' hr wqt mery sath sath hoti hai n usually people r ignorant of my naughty childlike side.
    These clicked me the most...
    my heart is made of rebel stuff
    it does not follow laws
    mercurial creature knows no rest
    always in some search and quest
    (Report) Reply

  • Muhammad Javed Zeshan (11/20/2013 12:06:00 AM)

    it is really great! mdm shazia. ur poem is really impressive
    pl. also comment my poems.
    wating for quick response
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  • Ramesh Rai (11/9/2013 10:09:00 PM)

    a child always plays in the heart of every person. it is due to our childish heart we are able to achieve some great in our life. only a child can imagine to pluck the moon. i hope u must have read my poem HEART AND MIND. About your writing skill nothing to say. a child is always a grt poet n vice versa. Thnx for sharing (Report) Reply

  • Xelam Kan™ (11/5/2013 10:43:00 PM)

    a fine of blend of Blake and Wordsworth....
    but Dear Shazia jus suppose for a moment that girl of nine is standing in front of you... observe her now portrait her but never indulge your feelings and sentiments...
    i wish u could read my Born to Die...
    i juss wanna reinforce that Form by ur poetic Skill
    (Report) Reply

  • Queeny Gona (10/14/2013 9:53:00 AM)

    Awesome write and it is true that a child in us never dies despite of age.....
    I know how it be to get our ideas, thought s, dreams, goals suppressed in the name of discipline!
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  • Rigzin Namgyal (10/7/2013 7:19:00 AM)

    ..a child resides in everyone of us..even though we grow up that child stays within us..i totally agree with you Shahzia..but it needs talent to bring that child out on paper...and there is no doubt you got dollops of that.. (Report) Reply

  • Yasmin Khan (10/1/2013 10:49:00 AM)

    It all reminds me of Maggie, a compassionate and contradictory character. You have mastery traced the rebellious 'self'. Simple and outpouring! (Report) Reply

  • Neela Nath Das (9/16/2013 9:26:00 AM)

    So innocent! I also have a river which has a will of a kid! (Report) Reply

  • Passionate Reader (8/18/2013 7:27:00 AM)

    If a heart made of REBEL STUFF consists of such CUTE ideas then everyone must have a heart made of rebel stuff that does not follow rules :))))))
    we all have our versions which we manage to hide from the rest of the world.
    The description of this NINE YEAR OLD GIRLIE is just PERFECT! ! ! You didnt miss a single detail and the end is LOVELY! ! !

    unlike me she likes to play
    I am sober, tender, mild
    she is naughty, wittily-styled
    I'm mature, she is wild
    I've grown up but she is child!

    beautiful contrast here and brilliantly done! ! ! loved this Cute poem :)))
    (Report) Reply

  • Geetha Jayakumar (8/16/2013 1:43:00 PM)

    Very Beautiful poem Shahzia... She is nothing but our childhood at nine... Childhood is full of innocence.. Loved reading poem...

    Shahzia thanks a lot for your kind words... Your words gives an inspirations to me..thanks a lot..
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  • Saadat Tahir (8/5/2013 3:21:00 AM)

    Beautiful flow, sprightly and skippy like a little girl, Sunday best donned, basket in hand, off to village fair...
    A closely held secret brought to fore with much coaxing and soul searching.... :)
    easy on the tongue, great poetry artful skillful and captivating.
    The simplicity is completely captivating and engrossing.
    It has a chirpy and bubbly quality that goes so well with the theme and describes vividly the internal goings on in the inner self.

    Liked a lot
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  • Heather Wilkins (8/1/2013 3:36:00 PM)

    somewhere deep inside we all remain a child. and sometimes it shows. dear Shahzia. a good write (Report) Reply

  • Sun Shine (8/1/2013 8:42:00 AM)

    Cute poem!

    Interesting poem ;)
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  • Valsa George (7/31/2013 9:33:00 PM)

    The twin side of one's own personality.... the child and the adult! ! But they co exist peacefully! This child in us keeps us young and agile! The dichtomy of human nature is beautifully brought out in this poem! Well done Shahzia! ! (Report) Reply

  • Tirupathi Chandrupatla (7/29/2013 9:25:00 AM)

    There is a child in everybody. That makes life interesting. Thank you. (Report) Reply

  • Ramesh Rai (7/28/2013 11:36:00 PM)

    is she in you sometime I do observe bcoz a child can imagine to pluck the moon which a poet can do. your poetic talent can never be ignored rather it is more refined. the grt child is a grt poet. before the Almighty we all are child. great write. (Report) Reply

  • Sallam Yassin (7/28/2013 4:13:00 PM)

    we grow up for the others
    but keep the child
    for our self
    when they leave... /golden piece
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Poem Submitted: Sunday, July 28, 2013

Poem Edited: Monday, July 29, 2013

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