Playing Poem by Hafiz Muhammad Qasim

Babies like to play in the mud
So anxiously they wait for their mother's love
I saw a baby in his suit
Another baby was flying kite
That baby in his suit saw me strangely in the eyes
While playing in the mud they become one like a dust
May God keep their innocence
Not for the vary moment
That belongs to him
But for the whole life
That is something that needs to be eulogized
Innocence is innocence and never the twain shall meet
Hafiz Muhammad Qasim