Between Two Worlds Poem by Mohammad Muzzammil

I come home, tired but light,
the weight of the world left at the door.
I see my parents, their smiles unchanged,
and suddenly, I am ten again—
laughing, careless, untouched by time.

Here, I am still a child,
still the boy who never learned to grow up.
Their eyes don't measure my years,
their love remains the same—
unchanged, unwavering.

But then, I turn—
and in my wife's glance, my children's calls,
I find a different mirror.
No longer the boy, but the man,
the one who must guide, must shelter, must stand tall.

How strange, this shifting time—
in one place, I am held; in another, I must hold.
Yet, somewhere between these two worlds,
I find myself whole.