Child Language Poems

  Why did God tell Moses, ‘Come to Pharaoh?’
    Shouldn’t He have told him to ‘Go?’

  Was Moses afraid to...

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Upon life's stage where shadows weave their play,
A fleeting waltz where mortals find their way.
In heedless youth, with innocence bedight,
The heart's true freedom, by time,...

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A baby in a stroller pointed,
Giggling, at me.
I waved and then he laughed some more
And grinned delightedly.

I also had the sweetest kisses
Blown my way from...

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A letter to mom
Abu Zafar Obaydullah ---A translation

“The plant in the orchard, the squash
Spirally coiling, burdened as it thrived
The green, lavish green plants
Are blossoming as...

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A long stare at one is plain insult:
I’ve never done that to an adult,
Even one in his dying Renault,
Badly harassing him with some fault,
Wanting to...

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Out of the mouths of babes isn’t like it was before.
What they here is worse, than they speak poor.
Words that a young one should never...

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I am the tangible wind 
the subtle breeze whispering 
passionate hints throughout 
uncharted mounds dancing
 
beneath the infamous sun
feeding hungry hearts gathering 
missing pieces holding...

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God, my mother told me,
You are the embodiment of love.
Since then, I have adored you most.
But I wonder do you understand me?
I read your book...

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When I think of poetry
I think of a child manipulating
his first steps, the wobbly nature
of his strides~that confused, meandering
toddle, and then trip and fall –...

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shines a face from faraway past - twinkling eyes,
 softest smile, silky hair ....
 a stylish hat, gorgeous shoes, even a glittering pendant.
 so perfect...

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Looking back, one thing comes clean-glass clear
you were always there for me subduing every fear.

I tried to do my duty, be a husband strong and...

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I’ve seen the stars dance
And played in the lake. 
I’ve gone to the beach and studied her waves. 
And I’ve read one hundred books,
And I...

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A child 
He was small
A mother of old
Both are same 
Not by age
But by language...

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When did the arms of Lady Liberty turn inwards
Her torch extinguished; her poem long forgotten?
You have heard me say it often since begotten
That which makes...

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I
Do you know more than you can say, little Baby?
Before you were born, got that first breath, where were you?
Sometimes you gaze past me, gurgle,...

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