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Manaal Shams Poems
The Wave Monster
The sea Monster was hungry that day Wanted to eat up anything on its way, Stretching out his tongue Gobbling everything, wherever he went
How A Mom IS
A mom to love, A mom to care, A mom to roam with you everywhere!
My Little Brother
He was born yesterday I was happy as a bluejay! Waiting impatiently to make him play To make him jump on the bed
I smile in the bright morning light I smile in the pretty moon light I run home with a smile I feel I have run a mile
I saw it soar up high I saw it fly to the sky The wind was carrying it That weird looking thing
A Rubber Like Me!
A rubber like me Can never grew up you see I'm kept in pencil pouches By kids who only slouches
Abled or disabled, Is not really a fable. When we win races, running hard The disabled can only move a card
I fell down and hurt my knees I go out and catch a cold I get stung by the buzzy bees I go crazy with fever so I scold
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The Wave Monster
The sea Monster was hungry that day
Wanted to eat up anything on its way,
Stretching out his tongue
Gobbling everything, wherever he went
He is in a temper, why is it so?
He eats many at a time, humans,
Buildings, everything of ours
Even our modern man-made machines
Couldn't stop nature's fury
Our seven storied buildings,
Even taller than that was our sea
We have to learn a lesson
That nature is greater than us.
The only thing possible is to thank GOD
For we are alive.