Abdul Wahab Poems

Let me once if possible
enter into your secret chamber

where you keep
the mother of all mysteries captive
...

No brush, no colour,
neither the artist has any pencil
still I visualize
when I close my eyes, tight
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Today I shall tell you
As the flower tells the butterfly
On the night of honeymoon
The secrets of my life
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A friend of all the times
In high and low
In need
Joy and sorrow
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I stumble over a stone
and stupidly instead of
looking at the ground
I see in the sky nothing
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The random theory
Of physics,

I think,
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Heart is like a garden
where flowers

bloomed
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To take us home is not your business
Kindly leave us in our own condition
If you think we are born for your entertainment
You are living in fool's paradise
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In my heart and in front of my eyes
If something or somebody lies
It is nothing but it is your fond memories
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