All blogs by - HENA KAUSAR

 GURU: The Teacher Hello! My dear readers family. It's been long since we have interacted. Hope, you all are doing good. Today, as always I do, I was wondering on my rooftop at night. The sky was full of bright sparkles and a Lantern was smiling, looking at me (Chanda Mama Dur ke). As this poem hit my mind I started to recall who taught me this poem, maybe my momma, granny or my teacher.  From the womb to the last breath of our life, our mothers are our best teachers. From learning the first letter 'A' to becoming a successful man or woman, teachers are those who show us the path as a 'pole star'. We used to see the world through the eyes of our teachers. As we step in our kindergarten we start to learn everything from our teachers. Teachers are the one who impart knowledge and teach us about everything, either it is important or not. In one sentence we can say that teachers are those who build the future of our Nations because they train the youth's brain. An e...

 A Person Very Busy When I feel very lonely,  And need a warmth of hand,  Who can give me, A touch of healing, Warmth of love, Needs a feeling ; Like a breeze of morning; A person very busy comes in my life|| Now, my affection,  My feelings are too Attached with him. I love him, I think about him,  I wait for him, I feel he's near me; Though he's not!|| I wish to love him,  Either I die or stay alive; A person very busy comes in my life ||                   -Hena Kausar 🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸 Hi my dear reader's family! I just wrote a new poetry after a long time. If you can relate to it, please follow me and share my blog with everyone around you who also relates with this.   You all can connect with me on Twitter. Wohoo! You heard that right.  Follow me on Twitter to get the quickest update about my new posts.  My Twitter ID :-  @blogs_hena Thanks for reading, I would love to know about y...

Alone Part-2  "You're unique," I said with a smile.  "Yes you're right," She said, turning towards me. "I am unique" She said with her constant smile.  "You want to know about me, Right?"she asked.  "Yes" I said.  "Okay, so listen; A little girl with a short haircut, crossing the boundaries of the school. As she left her mom's fingers for the first time. And here, her story began.  She chose the last bench. But the teacher made her sit on the first bench with a sharing. I can't remember the name of the girl with whom I sat because it wasn't important for me.  Now her life goes on. Kindergarten to Grade 1, my mom was always scolded by my teachers.  "Your daughter never wants to take part in anything."  "Why does she never answer any question?"  "She's shy, why don't you work on her?"  My parents were quite worried about me. When all kids loved to play with friends of their ag...

 Alone Today, when I enetred the park, once again I saw that lady sitting on the last bench in the corner of the park.  Don't know why, I'm getting attracted towards her. As usual she had a soft smile on her face and sitting all alone with a book. A moment or two later, She looked around at the kids playing in the park.  I wanted to talk to her, I'm curious to know about her. But I am not able gather enough courage.  But her soft smile attracts me.  Anyways, today, I've gathered all my courage and I am moving towards her bench. As usual, She was sitting with her book.  "May I sit here, please." I asked. She raised her head and looked at me, after listening to my voice.  She nodded her head with her smile. I sat next to her, feeling like I conqoured the first step of success. Hahaha.  "Hello" Second stone in a stagnant stream.  She looks around, and lastly she looked at me.  "Hello" She said with a pause.  But soon she winded up all ...