Poems by

Harry Potter

a poem by Sudharshan

Harry is his name,
The scar is his fame,
Hedwig is his tame and,
Quidditch is his game.

The Dark lord came,
And was well caned,
Now he is sad,
With his dark powers mad.

Quirell is dead,
As harry had said,
Now Harry may feel sleepy,
But still his heart happy.