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!