My Neighbor, Abdullah Poem by Rizwana Sultana

Sitting on the wall,
My sweet and fair neighbor,
The Iraqi boy, Abdullah,
Cheeks, so chubby, like rubber.

Plays with me, fights with me,
Beats me and quarrels frequently,
Still we are close companions,
Just like Tom and Jerry.

Just six years old,
A pretty innocent face,
I can spend time with him,
Only on my weekend days.

He is my wonderful friend,
Though mismatching age,
He uses his own jargon,
And his ambiguous language.

I kiss him, I lift him,
I play with him badminton,
Though aggressive and grumpy,
Plays with me with fun.

With him and his two siblings,
I too become a kid,
Climbing trees and doing childish things,
With no one for us, to forbid.

Whenever I gawk at them,
Seems like yesterday,
I too, was once upon a time,
Similar to them in every way.