This poem can give you a sneak-peek into the world of a famous fictional child wizard – the famous Harry Potter who has made a mark in the nooks and crannies of every bookshop! He has enchanted and transported me and several others like me into a wizarding world full of magic.
JK Rowling weaves a tale
Of blood, a lightning scar, and wafting veil
A boy through courage, truth, and pain
Finds he has been the one decreed to defeat Hogwart’s bane.
A gifted boy to reckon, I must say
The magic he does and his amazing skills in Quidditch is no child’s play
He could speak Parseltongue and talk to snakes
A quality possessed only by the greatest of the greats.
The Sorting Hat has put him in the scarlet, chivalrous Gryffindor
But right now, he is just a first-year; he’s got lot’s to explore
He is yet to separate from his rival Draco Malfoy, of the emerald Slytherin.
And his true-blue sidekicks Crabbe and Goyle, whose stout faces are always incomplete without their silly grin.
Harry is the one, Yes, he is the chosen one
Who only ends when he gets his job done.
Potter must overcome his dreaded fear
And muster his bravery to be ready to tear
The soul of the perilous Lord Voldemort
Who could only be defeated by a true Gryffindor’s sword.
Lying in his heart is a fiery burning desire most true
The strength to incessantly pursue
The remnant pieces of the soul,
Torn away, that once was whole
The one thing hardest in a heart
To kill another, to break apart
These souls from life and leave them dead
A venturesome path that he must tread .
There’s friendship, love, betrayal too
Brooms, magic wands and potions brew
Our dear boy Harry – wish him well!
As the author pens down one final spell
We’ll say good-bye and sorely miss
Her world of heroes, villains (and the Basilisk’s hiss!)
But we’ll revisit and be caught
In her web of magic taught
At Hogwarts and Harry’s true home
A place we dearly love to roam.
