Biography of sania harris
The poems out here were written when I was 12. These are the poems I wrote growing up. For the much better version of my poems, check out my facebook page- Sania Harris.
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
Silently She Cries
She sat near the white roses Petals fallen on her hair Tied in golden locks Agitated by the air
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
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
Armed with forces,
Lots of them on horses.
Ready to be shot rifles,
All in a row,
Waiting for victory,
Waiting for others to be history.
But why they wanted this was a mystery.
“Let the battle begin”,
Shouts the general.