If I met my six year old self today,
What would I tell her,
What would I say?
Would she recognize herself,
When she looked into my face?
What would I say,
If she asked about those dry teary eyes?
Would I warn her of the future,
Of the dreadful things yet to come?
Or would I leave her be naive,
To keep having fun?
Should I inform her the truth,
That the world is so cruel?
How she will react,
If I say anguish will be her forever friend?
Would she believe,
That heartbreak will all that be left?
Should I tell her to think thousandth time,
Before making a choice?
Or else she will remorse till her last breath,
Should I beware her of the people,
As they will play a role of evil
And sting her like needles?
Should I tell her never to afraid of the dark,
Cause it will be a lullaby at some part?
Because my six year old self,
Believed the world a perfect place,
Even though I’ve learned so much more,
And ten years have passed since then,
I would give up everything I have,
To view life through her eyes again.
WRITTEN BY: JAMILA MURTAZA