There was this little finger, I

Would grasp when take my step,

And then there were the heights of skies

And I, but still, would leap,

Sometimes there were my sweet tears

That moved you down the heart,

And yet my first, those loud cries

That gave your life a start.

Time took away the days, memories left in me

Cherish I these- the only objects of my serenity.

I heard myself mourn one day

And threw myself to God,

Asking for that finger that had

Been my comfort in all the odd.

I heard Him from the inside, telling me to ponder why

I lost that touch that I had had

When life was passing by!

There I am, and there Thou are,

Yet hither neither is,

If hither be us both today

Life would still be a bliss.

Copyright © 2002 Khan, Khalid Raza