Rizwana Sultana

Being the youngest child,
I am so fortunate,
Among all my siblings,
I have the best fate.
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It flew and came near my ear,
And played a cacophonic tune,
But when I tried to strike it,
It flew away so soon.
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I stand still the whole day and night,
Just like a statue,
I have no life in me,
And nothing, I can do.
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A person who cared for me
Since I was small,
And brought up his children,
One and all.
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Physical pain can cause hurt,
But more painful is mental pain.
Vulgar words once blurted out,
Cannot be taken back again.
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I am a shiny, twinkling object,
Like an emerald gleaming,
Across the Milky Way, I float,
With my group following.
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No life is superior,
Compared to students' life,
Now I look back to the day,
When we fled, our group of five.
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Finally, the day came, when I felt,
That I have been given back,
The plethora of joy of my childhood,
Which I thought, I would forever lack.
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I feel enchanted at the snowfall,
That falls on the ground,
Spreading a white cotton blanket,
Making me feel astound.
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I am charming and multi-colored,
Just like a colorful bird.
With seven pigmented bows,
I come making a beautiful pose.
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I am a sweet and fragile,
Cute and charming fairy
People dread me on seeing,
Though I don't appear scary.
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Who could have given thee,
Ideas of varietal, diversifying colors
If the world would have been,
Devoid of birds, butterflies and flowers?
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One of the greatest wonders,
Of the world are sounds,
They add to this charming world,
Taste and fantasy, profound.
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In the same single life,
Come all types of moments,
It depends on how you accept,
By making no comments.
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A small garden I am,
In thy clothes' pocket,
I am your tutor,
If you have a reading habit.
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When the rice fields whisper,
And the kids play and laugh,
Glancing at a cow or bull,
Or a cute timid calf,
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Falling from the mountain range,
With my full force,
I bathe the rocks and pebbles.
Following my never-ending course.
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Being a bright hot ball,
Yellowish, golden,
For centuries I am hanging,
In the sky, since times, olden.
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Sitting on the wall,
My sweet and fair neighbor,
The Iraqi boy, Abdullah,
Cheeks, so chubby, like rubber.
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Since I was a tiny sapling,
Till I transformed into a mighty tree,
I am fixed in one point,
Whatever the weather may be.
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