A Child Once Born Poem by Mohammad Younus

A child once born,
cradled by light,
Not in arms,
but in echoes of melodies.
Years stretched long,
their touch grew faint,
Eyes seeking warmth
in a house of clamor.

A mother present, yet distant,
Her gaze cool, her love bold.
The child grew silent,
the world grew loud,
A heart wrapped tight
in a weathered shroud.

Then, like dawn,
the mother began to sing,
lullabies of love,
her voice soft and familiar.
Her hands reached out
for the child she'd missed,
Her lips now formed
words of love, once dismissed.

But the child, grown,
caged by the world's prison,
Layered in guilt,
worn thin by years.
"Why now? "
The child cried silently,
"Where were you—
when my soul first died? "

The mother wept,
her heart unspoken,
A lifetime's bonds
now broken.

But divine, merciful,
full of compassion,
graced the child,
saying,
"Return, my child,
you were lost in wilderness.
My heart always throbbed for you,
and memories were never gone.
Can a mother forget her child?
Come, come near."

From the ashes of the child,
as from the phoenix's flame,
something stirred—
A fragile hope,
a whispered word.
The light of the divine still burns,
and child and mother, bound by light,
walk the journey of life,
both loss and gain.
For love reborn is never in vain.

MyKoul