I forgot what I have lost,
I love what I have found,
I lost my infancy,
I lost my childhood,
I lost my youth,
I lost my age when
I was really matured,
I'm not an old man,
I'm a child once again,
I play with my grand children,
I smile with them,
I cry with with them,
I have a careful look,
I see the old lady is sleeping,
I walk like a clever cat,
I've a key of her cold refrigerator,
I steal chocolate and candies,
I run on the stairs like a mouse,
I see my grand children follow me,
I sit on the roof in a cold winter,
I enjoy what I stole from the cold pantry,
I enjoy sharing it with my grandchildren.
I feel hug of the sun approving my theft,
I share it on their fine foreheads,
I see prints of chocolate lips,
I see a write of God on it,
'I have created you for a theft,
I saw you forgot stealing,
I, therefore, made you once again a child,
I hope by the night coming after dusk,
I'll see you grown up for further stealing,
I am already working on the old lady,
I know what she is dreaming for the night'
this is briliant a nice peek back into those stealin-food days if stealing cookies is a crime call me the king of the dark side! nice write!
A stellar write, Akhtar. Full of love, innocence, mischief and a wonderful message. My imagination soared the skies like an eagle as I was able to see you do all the wonderful things you do in this beautiful poem. Truly inspiring. Thank you.
Excellent. It's a beautiful cute poem. Perhaps a little child always stay inside to every human. Best wishes. Ruma
with children it's not a crime it's just the things they do in their time a lovely read-10 thank you sir
Amazing poem. I am so fascinated with persons who could go down to the level of a child and experience immense happiness. It shows the innate lovable personality of the poet. This piece depicts a happy family. A great write.10
What a beautiful poem..............................................
I have created you for a theft I saw you forgot stealing, I am a child once again And here i am rating this poem again. With much respect. Thumbs are already up
I steal chocolate and candies, I run on the stairs like a mouse, I see my grand children follow me, I sit on the roof in a cold winter, I enjoy what I stole from the cold pantry, I enjoy sharing it with my grandchildren. I remember my father doing the same with my children while they were young! By nature, he was fond of sweets. As he grew older, his love of sweets also grew! Really enjoyed your naughty escapades! I am sure you are having a wonderful time with your cute grand children
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Old age shows us the natural progression of life and the culmination of a rich lifelong experience. I agree every word of what you said and feel it is a blissful period where one can have a panoramic view of what has gone by. It is right that old age tends towards childhood. I forgot what I have lost, I love what I have found,