My Den - Ix B Poem by sania harris

Its year 3000
Class 2000
The students are eerie
And not one is weary.

Entering first is Afreen
Wearing her usual jean
She is just a weird pre-teen
And she survives in the canteen.
Behind her is Anagha
Who thinks she’s from Afghan
She makes Carol go mad
And Hiba feels sad
To console her comes Nahla
The counselor of this class
She is not blind to wear glass
And is neither a jackass

Ridhima who is new
Looks around without a clue
She does math’s sums for fun
And that ain’t a pun
Rochelle is new too
And she is always in the blue
She doesn’t know what to say
To say ‘yes’ or to say ‘no’

Rida is next in line
She’s very hard to define
You might see her in front of a sales-free
And on her face a huge wide glee
Nahida is no different
Except that she wants to be the president.

Divya is her best friend
And she wears her clothes in trend
She has a petite fine brain
Fit for an ant’s meal
Soujanya, Divya’s ditto
Is really very slow
And she loves calling her friends
“You monkey! ”

Vanthana is the best of all
There’s nothing dire about her
Maths is her food
And science is her god
Then there’s the clown of the town
Tara, the great mistress
By chance she knows how to dance
And sure she makes us laugh

Who can forget Chinnimayi?
The bubble of the class
And Shahla and Tahseen
The silent ones intact
Fathima is no exception
She was silent only in conception

Then come zenora
The ‘patchi’ girl of town
She’s short and stout
But a real great scout

Last, but not the least
Don’t forget Sania the beast
She gave you this big feast
Of lexis, terms and words!


(WRITTEN FOR MY CLASS IX-B, YEAR 2008-2009)