The Childhood (Iqbal's 'Ahaid-e-Tifli)

                                   The Childhood

                                    (‘Aihad-e-Tifli)    

          The earth and the sky were new places for me,

          Expanse of the embrace of mother was a world for me,

          Every gesture was a sign of extreme joy for me,

          My own speech itself was meaningless uttering for me,

          As an ill-treatment if anyone made me weep,

          The clatter of door chain made me amused,

          Ah! To keep staring towards the moon for hours,

          Between scatters of clouds while noiselessly it moved,  

          To keep asking repeatedly about its mountains and rivers,   

          And that amazement on the lies mixed expediency,

          Eye was dedicated to look, lip inclined to speech,

          Not willing by heart, legs were hectic for information.

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