بچپن

Wrote this one in my poetry diary quite a long time ago… in fact … for past 1 or so years I don’t think so I’ve written something new or done any additions to my poetry collection. I always love this nazm more and more, whenever I go through it. It’s true … very true, I don’t know who wrote it … but the way in which it is written, one can clearly feel that it’s written by some poetess … not by some poet.

Well, abu, faree n qanita have all left for Lahore, and I’m all on my own for next 3-4 days. So, I’m just planning what to do, I’ve already placed my computer besides TV. It’s so cold here , after the recent rains, so me, my compu, TV and the couch : ) and hope so many posts are going to come in these few days …. Some poetry … and some chunks of random thoughts in the classroom : )

Though, abu had left loads of buns and chicken kebabs and stuff in the fridge, but “fried egg + toast” + loads of tea …. Here I come : )

Allah Hafiz