Child <br />Mom! Stars which lying on the sky, <br />Twinkling they are as they be shy, <br />Stare they sportive at me, it seems, <br />And pointing at me with their beams, <br />Come on friend! They invite me love laden, <br />Promise me to show the sights of heaven, <br />I must go up through the ladder of the rays, <br />Let me Mom, it is one of the ways, <br />Let me go, with stars I'll fill pocket of mine, <br />Half will be mine and the rest, surely thine. <br /> <br /> <br /> Mother <br />O child! The stars on the black surface, <br />They all'll hide when the sun shows its face, <br />They're inviting not but play with thee, <br />You can't reach there what you see, <br />But touch the sky of the knowledge, <br />That you will achieve in the college, <br />Try not to touch, but be the star yourself, <br />None will be able to snatch your self, <br />O dear child! People who next to thee born, <br />They will take thee new sun in the morn. <br /> <br />(composed on 12.08.2008)<br /><br />Mohammad Muzzammil<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/child-and-mother-3/
