ODE ' A YEAR OLD '

The tales of a year;

A year my mum said I walked;

walked towards family for cheers,

cheers of that very tale of birthdays.

The tales of a year;

Year of candle light circles,

circles of age mate: I bisected,

Bisected amidst family of interest.

The tales of a year;

A year I left my cradles,

cradled to dada's feet to carry,

carry above the air,  I felt the smile from hands.

hands that cares even in sorrow nights.

The tale of a year;

A year the photographer photograps,

photographing my tears drop of unknown sadness,

sadness mom said; 

" My child: ou are welcome. "

The very tales of a year;

A year my palms and ankles prayed for me,

for me: my feets dance and catwalk in trouser threads,

threads in plain white to match,

to match the solo sing from mummy's smiles,

smile to a year old baby,  I am ! 

ABU QAANIT'S DIARY.

INFLICTION_PART FIVE

coming out soon...

The bard tells a story of how he grows and enjoys the beauty of life. This is a year old story and the funny lifestyles of his childhood is let out in this poem.