My Lost Childhood Is Alive Poem by Aftab Alam

When my friend children were spending,
Their happiness within play ground ring,
I used to be busy in search of food for the day,
Stealing happiness, I kept myself happy and gay,

The child within me is alive, he is playing within,
Now all those played are busy, he is free within,
I always play with him he is enjoying, laughing,
When he laugh, I glide -writing, singing, dancing,

Seldom, he sits with me remembering the past,
I always lost my self in his world of dream vast,
I dig the childhood cave to find the treasure hid,
A pot with jewels, pearls, diamonds, covered lid

I do painting with the words and color of past
This is the beginning and with breath it will last,
The child within me will be only mine forever,
When I will be put into grave he'll be out forever,

Words are alive on the pages of any kind of book,
O My child! Worry not, you'll be deep river, O brook,


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