Introduction :

“The Queen of My Childhood” is a nostalgic and heartfelt poem about a boy’s innocent first love — a playful friendship that quietly grew into a lifelong memory. It’s a tender promise to a girl who still holds a special place in his heart, despite years and distance.

The Queen of My Childhood

(A Poem from a Boy Who Still Believes)

In the parks of Islamabad, I once would roam,

A mischievous child, far from home.

A fight began, as boys do in play,

Her brother and I, on a sunny day.

She came between us, fierce and bold,

A stranger's heart, yet spirit gold.

No words of love, no glances stolen,

Just playground chaos, young and swollen.

Weeks passed on, I saw them again,

Laughed with her brother, forgot the pain.

But her quiet care, I couldn’t ignore,

The way she watched her siblings more.

Then came the glass, the rock I threw,

It shattered loud, the laughter grew.

She laughed—my angel with playful laugh,

Called me trouble, and hit me half.

Her laughter rang, so soft, so free,

It flipped the world inside of me.

No longer just a girl I fought,

She ruled a kingdom in my thought.

My queen, she bloomed in that one hour,

With every giggle, she held power.

I made a vow inside my chest,

To make her laugh, I’d do my best.

We never said the words of love,

But she came close, like wings above.

She picked my favorite song one day,

While we sat on that park bench for her to play.

She smiled with teeth like pearls so bright,

And made my darkest days feel light.

if I’m dreaming, her innocent laugh echoes in my head,

if awake, I see her caring for her siblings, like a mother instead.

I named her all with silent pride—

The pearl teeth angel, who sat beside,

The pomegranate of my eyes, so rare,

My ice cream, soft beyond compare.

Then came the day I had to part,

Left Islamabad, left half my heart.

Years have passed—I’m twenty-six,

But no one healed that love I miss.

I’ve never seen her face again,

But still I carry that sweet pain.

And if by fate, we meet one day,

I’ll take her hand and softly say:

“Will you be my wife, my queen?

Rule this heart where you have been.

I’ll guard your joy, your every smile,

Walk with you through every mile.

No pain shall touch you, not even near,

Only tears of joy, never fear.

I’ll keep you close, as God allows,

My angel then, my queen now.”

   — Shahzad Sulaiman

🧡 Backstory: The Queen of My Childhood

About 14 years ago, me and my family were living in Islamabad — the beloved capital of Pakistan and still my favorite city. I often call it my soul. Anyway, I was just a kid back then, busy making life harder for everyone around me. But hey, no one can really blame a kid, right?

One day, I was playing in a park with some boys — you know, one of those “catch me if you can” kinds of games. But things took a stupid turn when I got into a silly verbal fight with another boy. It wasn’t physical, just one of those “you said–I said” arguments kids have. But then he called his sister to back him up — she was just a year older than him and my age too.

She jumped right into the fight like, “He’s my brother! If you can’t play properly, just say so — don’t fight!” I remember thinking, “Who even are you? Why are you in this?” It was honestly the most ridiculous thing that ever happened to me.

Later, I met the boy again. We played, laughed, and became friends like nothing ever happened. His sister was there too, just watching silently like an undercover cop. I never talked to her — didn’t like talking to the opposite gender at that time, thanks to our culture. But one thing stood out: she really cared for her younger siblings. That stayed in my head.

Then came the day her brother challenged me to break a window at this old school. I said, “Watch me.” I picked up a rock, threw it — and boom! The window shattered. Everyone was shocked, and then, for the first time, she laughed. Like really laughed — and at me. She called me the most mischievous, problematic kid ever — jokingly.

And just like that, my heart flew out of my chest.

A girl I never even considered in that way suddenly stole my heart with one laugh. Love doesn’t knock at the door, right? It doesn’t ask if you’re from the same place or background. It just happens. I never even talked to girls, and here I was — totally lost in that one smile.

Turns out, we had so much in common too. Same taste in music, food, books — almost scary how many things were similar. But of course, not every story gets a happy ending.

One day, out of nowhere, my family decided to leave Islamabad. I was heartbroken. Couldn't do anything about it.

Now, more than a decade later, I still think about her. Still wonder if she remembers me. And maybe — just maybe — one day, we’ll meet again and finally finish the story we never got to start.

NOTE: These poems are personal expressions, drawn from real emotions, life experiences, and heartfelt dreams. You are welcome to read and reflect, but copying, downloading, or using them as your own is not allowed. If you wish to share a poem or use a part of it in your artwork, post, or project, please give proper credit to the original author: Shahzad Sulaiman (Sultan of Hearts) Thank you for respecting the creative effort and honesty behind each word.