Abdul Wahab Poems

It all begins with a thought
And enters into you
Like a gust of wind
And you feel empty
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It is not bounded with any high wall
Nor has it any warden or superintendent
No restrictions do I have on my movement
But it works for me like a jail
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To day is very special day
For your promise to visit my page
Top to bottom I make it clean
Hastily I sit down to write a poem
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Oh, old man and women of the world
Forget your age; you have just lived more days
Experienced more springs, nothing else
You may have a few junk nuts at your joints
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I am a non-fatal dangerous disease
I do not inflict people but they pick me up
From the neighbour's tip of rise
Out of hate, the daughter of love,
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I wish to be a poet
So I keep writing poetry
Without knowing any technique
Nor I know anything about it
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An astounding artist stands in the winds
raping the light remains he close to me, tight,
without any pencil or colour
he does not have any imagination either
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With or without understanding words
Written on my pages that not my concern
After grating between two fingers
You may turn over from one to another
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