Allama Muhammad Iqbal

(9 November 1877 - 21 April 1938 / Sialkot / British India)

Age Of Infancy


The earth and sky were unknown worlds to me
Only the expanse of mother's bosom was a world to me

Every movement was a symbol of life's pleasure to me
My own speech was like a meaningless word to me

During infancy's pain if somebody made me cry
The noise of the door chain would comfort me

Oh! How I stared at the moon for long hours
Staring at its silent journey among broken clouds

I would ask repeatedly about its mountains and plains
And how surprised would I be at that prudent lie

My eye was devoted to seeing, my lip was prone to speak
My heart was no less than inquisitiveness personified

Submitted: Tuesday, July 31, 2012
Edited: Thursday, August 02, 2012

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