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
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"The earth and sky were unknown worlds to me", true innocence of an infant; "my heart was no less than inquisitiveness personified", the natural questing of the child's mind to know one's surroundings. This is a very well crafted piece showing the movement of life from total dependence and innocence to the development of self awareness and growth. Lovely and so universally human.
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Its a beauty..especially the one tht describes the mother's bosom as the world for the baby..Its such a free flowing poem with great feel..Good workk...
..Keep going..I wanna read more of your works....
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Oh! How I stared at the moon for long hours
Staring at its silent journey among broken clouds
what a beautiful picture! -
wowo this is such a good piece!!!!
great job!!!!!
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"Every movement was a symbol of life's pleasure to me
My own speech was like a meaningless word to me"
these two lines, just wow! i loved it, nice work :-) -
This seems like a poem of deep personal meaning and introspection in the journey of finding where self stands in the scheme of all things.
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"Oh! How I stared at the moon for long hours
Staring at its silent journey among broken clouds"
I jus love the way Iqbal puts this in words...
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infancy's pain, mmm i look back and i think of infancy as being better times than now. surprising really but i have some rather vivid memories of being very young.
i think we all look and find our own truths, what one sees as truth isn't necessarily anothers. good poem this, i enjoyed. -
What I particularly like about eastern and middle eastern poetry is that the lack the repetition-phobia that western work sometimes displays. This piece is aesthetically soothing; the sound is so balanced and simple.
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Well expalined by Seraph man's eternal quest for the truth the human journey on earth man has been trying to explain what to him was the inexplicable in fables and legends and myths making up stories of beasts and fairies monsters and heroes. Trying to explain day and night the sun the moon the stars wind water rain clouds etc. but man has not been satisfied with his explanations still he goes on searching for the truths till he finds the answers that satisfy him. Filled with curiousity, unceasing, determined, he goes on.
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Though outwardly dealing with the mundane subject of the age of infancy the main theme of this poem is that the search for the Truth and the beauty of the creation of God is one of the "Longings" bestowed on Man by Him. This faculty expresses itself from the very infancy. This is the way to learn the secrets of the universe as a step towards obtaining the knowledge of God from "Anfus -o-ÿf«q", which is also required by the Holy Qur’«n in numerous verses, such as 2:164; 3:190; 6:95-99; 10:5-6; 17:12; 30:20-27, 46; 36:37-41; 41: 36-37, 39-40; 42:32-35; 45:3-6; 88:17-20
Allusion to the "spots" on the moon’s surface which are the shadows of its mountains but variously described in nursery rhymes and tales of fantasy -
"Every movement was a symbol of life's pleasure to me
My own speech was like a meaningless word to me"
How beautifully Iqbal describes the innocence. It’s a beauty!!!
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