Sameer Ahmed

(08/17/1986 / Pakistan)

The Child Within

Innocent and pure
Our success and joys
It feels to the core.
Saddened and suppressed
We feel obscure
It shows the way
To a lively shore
With a wavily welcome
And a friendly roar.

Our blunders
And mistakes
Make it mingy
And loneliness we feel
In this state of dingy
Yet, if we repent
It is zealous and zingy.

A father
A mother
A sister
And a brother
It's master of disguise
Can be a teacher
Hard to recognize.

Inside it dwells
With an outward force
Like water from
The artesian wells.
Hesitated and afraid
Of worldly hells.
Age not a criteria
For it remains a child
Till end of the class
And ringing of the bells!


Submitted: Monday, April 20, 2009
Edited: Tuesday, May 12, 2009

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  • Vanita Thakkar (6/10/2009 12:35:00 AM)

    The title catches attention.
    One can be child-like or childish - the former being the positive aspect of remaining a child within and the latter the opposite of that.
    The (child-like) child within keeps one alive. (Report) Reply

  • Daniel Hooks (6/8/2009 8:42:00 AM)

    it is not easy to grow up this poem porteys that my friend said recently that we never do and maybe that is true we have a spirtual father that being God. Maybe its a good thing that we never grow up jesus says to enter the kingdom of heaven you have to be as or like a child so maybe there is something in that what do you think Sameer? (Report) Reply

  • Wojja Fink (6/7/2009 4:58:00 PM)

    He who isn't busy being born
    is busy dying
    (Bob Dylan) ................keep going Sameer.. (Report) Reply

  • Bob Blackwell (6/6/2009 6:39:00 AM)

    It is the child in us that gives us life, no matter what the age. thank you keep writing. Bob (Report) Reply

  • Sandra Fowler (4/30/2009 6:33:00 AM)

    A very wise and insightful write. Your last stanza is especially appealing.
    Your father must be very proud of you.

    Always your friend,

    Sandra (Report) Reply

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