Nimra Asim Poet Rhyme

Mischievous Devil Angels Heart

Mischievous devils with Angels heart
That is how I once used to be
Hopping over fences and hedges
Swinging on branches of maple tree
Falling into puddles of Mud
Covering that mud all over me
Hiding those clothes under the bed
Thinking that mum might never see
Building stairway  to the heavens
With my tiny building blocks
Drawing my dreams all over walls
Making puppets out of socks
Jumping on sofas climbing the doors
Turning the whole house into a wreck
Massaging mum's shoulders every night
As she said  I was pain in her neck

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Faraz Ajmal March 5, 2018 at 6:23 AM It s such a beautiful written poem and an enjoyable one to read, childhood is only for a limited time and we must enjoy it to it s fullest for then start the great responsibilities of life, jobs, children etc so we should always enjoy our time as once it s gone, it shall nevercome back, I really like the line building stairway to heaven, the only way to heaven is to earn salvation that according to we muslims is the life of holy prophet Nimra Asim March 6, 2018 at 3:26 AM thatx exactly how it follows.. "Heaven lies under mother's feet" and those who relax their parents' b4 going to sleep build up their stairs to heaven =) .. Glad u noticed