06-24-2009, 06:29 AM
Standing in a queue and waiting for my turn
My memories fly back to a small house
With lush gardens and flowing streams
My mother’s calling for meal
Playing with my friends and running in the fields
Here I am lost in my dreams
Packed in a small room is my family waiting for food
My feet are sour and my limbs weary
Gone are the gardens and the flowing streams,
The laughters, the gatherings and my little dreams
Gone is the school, the books and bags
Friends and families are now in rags
Standing in a queue and waiting for my turn
Here I am lost in my dreams
Waiting for my mother calling for meal
— Maheen Hashmi
(A student of class 7 at OPF Girls College, Islamabad)
My memories fly back to a small house
With lush gardens and flowing streams
My mother’s calling for meal
Playing with my friends and running in the fields
Here I am lost in my dreams
Packed in a small room is my family waiting for food
My feet are sour and my limbs weary
Gone are the gardens and the flowing streams,
The laughters, the gatherings and my little dreams
Gone is the school, the books and bags
Friends and families are now in rags
Standing in a queue and waiting for my turn
Here I am lost in my dreams
Waiting for my mother calling for meal
— Maheen Hashmi
(A student of class 7 at OPF Girls College, Islamabad)