Thoughts Of Six Years Old Self

Thoughts Of Six Years Old Self




I glean through the depth of memories 

And I recall the toddler age of Six’

Beckoning on infancy 

Where I vividly learnt 1+1=2

With the sonorous tone of ABC


Upon my young age-

While I cry; melodious sound of lullaby blares, 

With such a lovingly parental. 

And even hands frantically waving, 

From some compassionate folks

To ease my bruise. 


My six old self ;I was taught to worship

In words supplication of “Allahu Akbar”

Standing up and bowing in prayers, 

And of the day when I would be asked,

to call to prayer.


For, in the years of sixteen-

Now left in wholly on my manliness 

To accept my fate 

And leave as nurtured in righteous ways

To give them their dream retirement! 



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