Skip , The Rope

Skip , skip , skip the rope

Skip it harder than before

Let’s take turns and call others

We love the crowd that always gathers

Skip the rope on single leg now

Keep hopping until the break is over

Also watch, when the bell rings

If you join us, you would get wings

Wish if Ma’am Rana could find

What a joy is the final grind ?

She is busy making worksheets

We can’t ignore the joy of beats

Always bent upon to make us greats

She forgets , we are her cheeky brats

Who love the thrill of stealing time

If she had ever done , she could know

Then listening to Ma’am Saba’s scold

We are brave enough and that bold

How time passes and who rings the bell?

We want a few more turns , what the hell ?

Is that a mistake or the break is over ?

Can not anyone do us a favor ?

Let’s stop and have a run

Tomorrow will be another day of fun .

Poem by : Ruqia Ismat

Mon, Aug29 , 2022

Note . I have thoroughly enjoyed all stages of my life . My school time got extended . How , first I was a student . Then came a time when I was on the other side , a teacher . Yes , it was a different experience than being a student but in a way I relived my childhood . I am sure there are people who can relate to that . 😁🙏😃

This Water From The Sky

This devastation is beyond any measure

I wish it was only a bad dream

The ruthless water kept pouring from the sky

Houses , fields , animals and small children just swept away

They watched their heaven being dissolved into mud by mere water

The mighty torrents snatched their land and livelihood from them

They had to surrender all to water from above

All they had, kept running away from them , was it real they doubted

Water a necessity, water a commodity , water a life source , water their old friend

Betrayed them and robbed them from all

Water gave them the distress they would never forget

They even wondered where to burry their dead ones

As there was no dry land left for graves

The life was beautiful and natural only a few days ago

Fathers and brothers worked in their fields

Mothers and grandmas fed and patted their dear animals

Sisters were spreading new embroidered covers on kitchen shelves

All gone , all gone and demolished on a massive scale

Let me wipe your tears my dear human kind

For our hearts are now the only dry land left between you and I

Poem by Ruqia Ismat

Saturday , August , 2022.

Note : cilmate -induced rains have recently caused floods and destruction on massive scale in Pakistan . There has been loss of both properties and lives beyond any measure . Being a very sensitive person I have written this poem on the current situation .