My childhood was a ball
when I was four I played cars and games
when Iqbal was four he worked with fibers and chains
at five years of age I started school
Iqbal finished a rug
at age seven, eight and nine I would run and have fun
Iqbal would only work through the din and the pain
on my tenth birthday I went on a trip
Iqbal made his escape
my childhood was a good time
Iqbals childhood was a crime