Abdul Wahab Poems

God is like a house
What you see and touch
Is either the floor or the door
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Like you
I too do not like
To do the routine work
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You may continue
writing poetry
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I take the time
To try and meet a politician
who I believe is wise,
I find him easily
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The moment of the day I am born
When I get a knot around my waist
And a nail pressed at my bottom
To make sure I am sufficiently tight
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Bribe


I ask a price of his character
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You and the adroitly attired new sun
Waiting on the last page of your letter wringing
To get moisture in the morning
My desire peeps in daily and remains dry
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I respect him not because of the fact that
He has great qualities or handsomeness
He is neither a Mr. Universe nor an Einstein
And I have no connection whatsoever with him any way
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i do not want my poems to go down
the pages of poetry groups
like a tiny grain of sand
and let them rot somewhere
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One day at late night
I was at deep thought
How to enhance the dignity of man kind
By choosing the best possible definition of humanism
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