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Myra Ahmad Poem
Excitement arose everywhere
Beautiful looked our Cinderella
But her stepsisters were their too
And their was no match for Isabella
The prince walked in the room
His eyes fell on Isabella
He asked her for a dance
And not our Cinderella
Soon the news spread through the kingdom
Prince and Isabella were to marry, no pretend
But then something happened
The prince chose Cinderella instead!
on the marriage day, bells rang
Ella and prince were coupled
But prince looked so fourlorn and sad
As though he had just been crumpled
And as the carriage went, people wondered
What was it, that had dejected him
But we know the truth, that
Cinderella had a revolver to torture him!
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Myra Ahmad Poem
I vividly recall those days
When childhood ruled my world
Going over to friend’s houses
Climbing on trees; hidden in leaves
Sneaking ripe guavas in our pockets
And then running away; laughing
As the old man comes with a stick
I still smile at sweet remembrance
Of birthday parties and games
Throwing pieces of cakes at birthday child
Before being turned out by the angry mother
I remember the sleep-over nights
Bringing in teddies stealthily
And then calling home late at night
Asking for a forgotten toothbrush
When it was time for bed; and lights off
Each child quivered with fear
Feeling for each other hands
I love to sit back and remember the days
When running after mischievous doings
We used to wonder why grown-ups
Still think we are innocent
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Myra Ahmad Poem
My friend has gone mad
She is barking all over the place
She is making friends with ducks
And smudging dirt over her face
My friend has gone mad
She can't even think right
I know she couldn't do that before
But now she is a fright
My friend has gone mad
She looks like Einstein
She has bombed all her hair
They look like hedgehog's spines
My friend has gone mad
And it's all because of thee
But now that she is mad
She puts all the blame on me!
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Myra Ahmad Poem
My life portrays an ocean
So powerful, so strong
Breaking the sharp cliffs into rocks
As I go on
I am smooth yet I am gentle
Flowing with a smooth pace
Cutting off the sharp rocks
Into smooth round face
Ocean is a reassuring friend
And an unbeatable foe
So gentle, it tickles
So strong it breaks through
My life portrays an ocean
So powerful, so strong
Changing the face of world
As I go on.
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Myra Ahmad Poem
People consider thou art great
Such fascination thy hold
Thee wrote for the stage
And thou lifted many hearts
Thee wrote about cruelty
Savagery and helplessness
Thee wrote about how people’s nature
Change in seconds
Thy writing is always
Dipped in creativity
O Shakespeare, o Shakespeare
There is but one desire
That I should behold thee
Through my humble eyes
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Myra Ahmad Poem
To write poetry
Is to master an art
Where simple becomes artistic
Where ugly becomes beautiful
Where you give your thoughts
An appealing outlet
Poetry is like blood
Flowing in the nerves
Dripping from the tips of pen
onto paper
It is the words
that speak directly to heart
Poetry is a way to tell
to inspire
Without speaking...
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Myra Ahmad Poem
Looking for a sister?
When one's right under your nose?
I wanna be your sis
in every problem
I wanna help you grow
Even if you are older
If you do something
I'll appreciate it
If something causes you pain
I'll brush it away
I'm here to help
I'm here to love
You and me
Like the best of sisters
You and me
One in two bodies
I'm here for you
You're here for me
You and me
Like the best of sisters
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