* * *
A silent child I was
Hardly ever spoken
This girl is abnormally quiet, they whispered
She must be deaf or dumb
* * *
* * *
In a world of my own
Mind running amok
Curious feral child
Up a fig tree, pomegranate or mulberry
Dreaming endlessly
Tantalized by a world of wonder
Bursting with questions
Dying for answers
How did it all begin?
Where is it heading?
And why?
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* * *
How many stars are there?
How come they don’t fall?
Why are shimmering?
Where do they go daytime?
What are sun and moon, doing up there?
What would we find at the edge of universe?
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Who I really am?
How come I can think?
Who is that talking inside my head,
When my lips are utterly sealed?
What am I doing here?
Where did I come from?
And most intriguing, why?
* * *
Looking at ants, wow, I am gigantic!
From afar, the minaret is smaller than my little finger
Up a mountain, flabbergasted, O my O my
Untamed child, with a stolen heart
Captured by a net, weaved of stars
A sky-gazer, fascinated by all
My dad called me Elm, (knowledge in Arabic)
What do you want to be when you grow up
He asked one day
* * *
* * *
At school, I would turn red-jam-jelly
When spoken to, or asked a question
Hence the nickname, Nena Red cheeks
* * *
My friends would hang around a bit, then would move on
They want to chat, play and run
I want to sit still, let my mind meander, up above the clouds
Why sky is blue? what are these fluffs scattered below?
If I stretch my hands that far, would I find out what they really are?
A silent child I was, an odd-soul
To play with, apparently was not much fun
* * *
Teenage years didn’t change much
My friends would be chattering and giggling away
When I draw near their chats would turn to whispers
To this very day, I have no idea what was going on
I knew they mentioned boys, but for heavens sake
Why was it so funny? what were the giggles all about?
A silent child I was, an odd-soul
* * *
Bothered, I was most certainly not
In fact I was relieved
Too fascinated in my world of wonder
Vast and ever expanding
With this awesomeness, who would want some silly jokes anyway
A silent child I was, an odd-soul
A dreamer living a dream
Eden hues, supreme
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