There lives a small child within me,
Who wants back those memories
that fades away.
the child who is missing,
the precious moments of his life
Bed time stories,
that mamma narrates,
and long stays at Nana's place
All the crazy hours,
spent in playing games
The ghostly stories,
that make us all cringe
When chand raats
were spent on the roof,
To see the sight
of the moon
When Eid was not just
the mere festive,
Counting your Eidi multiple times
and still not believe
A life carefree,
there was nothing to worry
While making shapes in the clouds
and finding stars in the sky
with small fears and
dreams so high
How came the time run so fast?
Why I'm loosing the precious moments
of my past?
Why can't I hold them tight,
All the people who were once alive.
Little Dictionary,
Eid : A festival Muslims celebrate as a gift of a whole month of fasting.
Eidi : Money that elder gives to younger or children on Eid as a gesture of love and happiness.
Chand Raat : The night before eid when we look for new moon which indicated that next day will be Eid.
Nana : A phrase use for grandparents.
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PoetryIt's a poetry collection with some empowering stories. The poetries are on winter's love, beauty and compassion. Mostly the poetry in this book are on feminism with some intense topics like rape, domestic violence, women rights. I wrote some empower...
