I m looking back...
To the time that had been spent ....

Sleeping on my moms chest .
Crying in her arms.
Crawling on the bed..

Smiling
Revealing the set of milk teeth
Through which window opened..one or two

Words could be spelt but
only
In an amusing way....

Hiding behind moms back
Loved by everyone

Now , here I m...
Old and tall....

That innocence has been lost...
That smile is gone....

I no longer fit in my moms warmth....
I know more than words.....
More than sentences.....
More than truths......
More than lies....

More than the faces.......

I miss the child .....
I miss being ignorant..
Ignorant of the world
And its stories....


© Mohsina Rahman