<≪≪≪ A Maddening Phase Of A Tide Poem by Abdul Wahab

When I try to smile
What I get you see
Variety of bombs and missiles
Over my head
Pity on them
They want me to die so young
But my fate has been written
Tire your hands trying
I am strong enough to break
Not so weak that
I would bent
You may hate me for that
Yet I send you friendship
You may look at it
And feel strange
But I have enough milk in my heart
To butt it for my foe
You may turn it down
And shower me again with bombs and missiles
But I am not weak enough
To bow at your feet
You may not care it
In the fit of your rage
But I have enough trust
In you all who are now going insane
For your power and strength
As I know this is your tide
And my love will win
And I will take you back
On the right track
When this maddening phase of yours
Would pass over
And normalcy would find you again.