His innocent dreams,
like laser beams,
touching you,
while you are moving on the road,
are at all not harming,
not at all warming,
making a few naughty prints of light,
that don't exist long,
not willfully,
I know some times the flowers of light,
are made on the places,
though hidden in curtains,
but become distinct,
and twinkle like stars,
but for a while only,
spotlight is tiny,
but doesn't it make your walking
on a dirty road,
not a dance but something that tends to a dance,
it appears to me like this,
I know you can't see yourself completely,
ask someone else
you angry lady,
you really appeared so cute,
but for a while only,
move forward,
could have taken it smiling
why so cross?
You don't know the child on the roof,
is frightened and afraid!
When a child stops smiling
you don't know but God also stops.
Please move forward,
and let someone else take your place,
My fair lady!
Waves her hands to the child,
see how happy is the child,
with a toy in his hand,
yes,
I brought this toy for him,
a torch so small,
with colorful laser beams
making flowers of light,
on the dirty mud,
as the gutters in Karachi,
are over flown always,
but the road is not dead,
many are moving on the dirty road,
with their handkerchiefs on the nose,
and the child is at least
adding a thing of beauty
to the ugly scenery,
what else he could do?
Where adults and grownups are helpless,
a child is not so helpless like a man!
I love this endearing poem. Top score and to my favourites.
When a child stops smiling you don't know but God also stops. Please move forward, and let someone else take your place, My fair lady! great write great 10+++
When a child stops smiling you don't know but God also stops. the child is at least adding a thing of beauty to the ugly scenery, .. the presence of the children in the society and how they make our lives so fine and happy. a fine theme which we have to think of..thank u dear Akhtar. tony
this small lines are like twinkling stars in the sky..... for our eyes it appers like twinkling stars and actually in the universe they are big..... big world itself.... great penned sirji
'Where adults and grownups are helpless, a child is not so helpless like a man! ' Poignant and inspiring, the poem reminded me of Wordsworth saying that the 'child is the father of the man'... Beautifully crafted Akhtar sahab, ..
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A beautiful poem........................................................