I'm A Child Once Again Poem by Akhtar Jawad

I'm A Child Once Again

Rating: 5.0


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'

Saturday, November 7, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: old age
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Rajnish Manga 07 November 2015

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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Chuy Amante 07 November 2015

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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Ayman Parray 07 November 2015

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.

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Ruma Chaudhuri 07 November 2015

Excellent. It's a beautiful cute poem. Perhaps a little child always stay inside to every human. Best wishes. Ruma

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Loke Kok Yee 08 November 2015

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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Rose Marie Juan-austin 14 April 2018

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

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Khalida Bano Ali 04 January 2016

What a beautiful poem..............................................

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Free Bird 09 November 2015

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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Seema Chowdhury 08 November 2015

An evocative and a reflective write, beautifully written

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Valsa George 08 November 2015

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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