Noor Alam dear what could I do for you?
Your proper name stands for light of the world
Gone are the light and the color and hue
From your eyes and your face darkness covered

Yet you lay alone on the playground slide
Easy and cozy as on a mother's lap
When all the inmates with that syndrome hide
Not wanting to show the guests their mishap

You cling the ladder rails resting your head
On the slippery slide lay  listening calm
I do not know a bit of what you said
Except for the name you lisped 'Nooralam'

Your growth and look matching a UKG
Yet, weak and weighed down under languid love
The ladder forms a mother Emoji
Beckons 'hurry and hug me heathen mom'

Lying quiet with ears close to metal sheet
As you try hard listening to her heart beat
Does she respond to your cling to her feet?
Else why should you sneak away to this seat?

Does she cry or sing to you lullaby?
Or do you see angels laugh and play near by
Else what prompts you to come and lay lonely?
And watch with your closed eyes some mystery!

Noor Alam dear what could I do for you?
We have been joyful making fuss and fun
Bright and delightful singing songs anew
But failed to see your play with shades and none

Our commotions and haughty naughty plays
Shed shadows on your whimsy flimsy ways
Our races are rude reckless and intense
Unaware of your lowly lonely presence.....