Childhood-Masooma Ishtiaq

When I was frank with water

And my mind was blurred to see a letter

There was a holiness laid in my soul;

The warmth of mother’s lap was the tool

Then I didn’t know myself to cover with wool,

Babbling was the tongue only

When I started to speak slowly,

My physique was moribund

And I used to eat the only bun,

Frank fully to grab my siblings in the lock

That was fine to terminate kinsfolk,

The psychology of world was underneath

That is now on the heat,

I observed, I learned, I criticized

That is more lubricant to modern eyed.

Masooma Ishtiaq is a poet, lecturer and researcher.She did her MPhil in English Literature from University of Lahore.
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