A Portrait Of Childhood Poem by Akhtar Jawad

Kidding of a kid with lies on the lips,
Laming lispers and sweetness of slips!
Beauty pours down as innocent lies,
The ecstatic earth then writes to skies,
I witness, she didn't break the cell phone,
So many were there she wasn't alone,
Beauty of blackish brown curly dance,
Smiling of eyes is a childish romance,
While fixing the two separated parts,
Grandfather saw her marvelous arts,
A child is truthful even when she lies,
Truly beauty, when a truth she denies,
The kid is silent and has locked her lips,
Her tongue is a fish and often it slips,
It hasn't been broken see it's all right,
And it can snap your face it's bright,
Then she's a model of beauty and grace,
God of the moment is lost in her face.
With hot tears I then look at skies,
I wish my smiles could hide my lies,
When I may lisper with remaining hopes,
Before the Pope of the greatest Popes!
(It's a portrait of my sweetest and the youngest granddaughter)