The earth and sky were unknown worlds to me
Only the expanse of mother's bosom was a world to me
Every movement was a symbol of life's pleasure to me
My own speech was like a meaningless word to me
During infancy's pain if somebody made me cry
The noise of the door chain would comfort me
Oh! How I stared at the moon for long hours
Staring at its silent journey among broken clouds
I would ask repeatedly about its mountains and plains
And how surprised would I be at that prudent lie
My eye was devoted to seeing, my lip was prone to speak
My heart was no less than inquisitiveness personified
The Age Of Infancy
Allama Muhammad Iqbal
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Poem topics: heart, journey, life, moon, mother, pain, sky, world, pleasure, earth, long, speech, door, unknown, silent, chain, movement, broken, speak, noise, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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