The First Sunrise of New Year
Sara Javed | Class VII-Red | Beaconhouse Walton Campus
The warm mellow scent of Mocha,
Cascades in my room in spirals,
The mist rising from the mug,
Kissing my lips softly, sweetly
Just like the fog,
That kisses the vibrant sun,
Like a mother kisses a newborn,
The first sunrise of the New Year,
And the moon maiden of the previous year,
Wafting away from its love; so glum
The sky engulfs them both in its embrace,
As the sun dies each night for the moon,
To become alive
Isn't it a splendorous beginning?
To a wonderful new year
A time to forgive and forget,
And embrace yourself,
For what you are
The Right Path
Awais Javed | Class VII-Silver | Allama Iqbal Town Campus
Be on the right path,
And there you have to stay.
If you don’t, then you’ll go astray,
All you have to do is pray.

And then God will take your care,
Do good deeds and always share,
And it won’t even take any fare,
Do good, let go of the bad,
It will do nothing but make you sad.
Evil will surround you
With darkness and dust,
All you have to do is trust.
Do good you must,
“Thank me for what I have given you,”
Says God,
I can assure you really,
It’s not a fraud,
Be on the right path,
And there you have to stay,
If you don’t, then you’ll get astray.
Photograph
Sara Javed | Class VII-Red | Beaconhouse Walton Campus
I glanced at the photograph,
With a melancholic smile on my lips,
Gave a heartrending laugh,
Flicked off a tear, and remembered those times.
I saw her, the creature of supreme magnificence,
Coming down the stairs, lit with lamps.
Her auburn hair piled into an elaborate bun,
Her face, aglow with rouge, lipstick on her full lips,
Her alluring gown of white lace, trailing behind her,
Every man's eyes on her possessing self,
But she took my hand, we danced all night,
And someone snapped a photograph,
Preserving the scene - forever
Then I remembered, when she died in my arms,
She died when the robbers shot her down,
And took away her crystal wedding ring I had given her.
Blood stained her white dress as I screamed her name, and she silently smiled,
Life ebbed away from her, when I kissed her brow.
Her alluring brown eyes closed - forever.
I hugged the photograph to my heart weeping,
And she, smiling near my heart.
Alas all that remained was a photograph.
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