Akhtar Jawad

Gold Star - 112,202 Points (8-2-1945 / Gorakhpur)

I'm A Child Once Again - Poem by Akhtar Jawad

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'

Topic(s) of this poem: old age


Comments about I'm A Child Once Again by Akhtar Jawad

  • (1/4/2016 2:42:00 AM)


    What a beautiful poem.............................................. (Report) Reply

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  • Free Bird (11/9/2015 6:28:00 AM)


    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
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  • (11/8/2015 9:26:00 PM)


    An evocative and a reflective write, beautifully written (Report) Reply

  • Kumarmani Mahakul (11/8/2015 4:23:00 PM)


    Having emotion and growth in childhood take us ahead to have interesting experiences of joy and grief. Time passes and old age comes. The youth turns in to old age and perceptions become memory. The change in behaviors on this age seems to be just like childish again. Old age is equivalent to childhood time. Fantastic expression. Nice poem.10 (Report) Reply

  • Valsa George (11/8/2015 11:08:00 AM)


    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
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  • Mohammed Asim Nehal (11/8/2015 8:21:00 AM)


    Yet another oungent poem with a clear message.....Loved it, Janab....10+++ (Report) Reply

  • Sanjukta Nag (11/8/2015 3:30:00 AM)


    I was losing my childhood, and God made me read your poem. Thank you so much sir. This is a poem worth reading.100 on 10 (Report) Reply

  • Kelly Kurt (11/8/2015 2:30:00 AM)


    You are a wonderful grandfather and poet. I have never lost the child in me, and being around young ones brings it out in full force. (Report) Reply

  • (11/8/2015 1:45:00 AM)


    with children it's not a crime
    it's just the things they do in their time
    a lovely read-10
    thank you sir
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  • Ruma Chaudhuri (11/7/2015 11:53:00 PM)


    Excellent. It's a beautiful cute poem. Perhaps a little child always stay inside to every human.
    Best wishes.
    Ruma
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  • Ayman Parray (11/7/2015 11:52:00 PM)


    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. (Report) Reply

  • Alice Perfect (11/7/2015 11:13:00 PM)


    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!
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  • Rajnish Manga (11/7/2015 11:02:00 PM)


    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,
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Poem Submitted: Saturday, November 7, 2015

Poem Edited: Saturday, November 7, 2015


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