Abdul Wahab

A Politician Poet - Poem by Abdul Wahab

Before becoming a politician
I had a wish, an ambition

Like that of a child
Who saw the fields

Half covered half open
Weaker lights to understand

Life and education
Then poems were

To me breathing air
A space to ride

Poets my hero
The most intellectual

I wanted to be like them
But some one knitted my fate

Though the threads were mine
I become a politician

Now I deal with
Treacheries and lies

Seldom find time
For the inner intricacies of life

But all are before meeting
With a guest

A visitor from no where
But from my own life

Sneaks into my garden
And plays with me like a butterfly

Now I give more time to her
Than politics

But poets never
take me seriously

as they think
I am a politician

and politicians treat me
as Plato treated the poets

now it is time to see
how great is he the politician

and how he saves the flower
recently bloomed in his heart

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  • Gold Star - 12,375 Points Douglas Scotney (6/15/2013 9:09:00 PM)

    he is not so great is he,
    the politician? (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, June 15, 2013

Poem Edited: Tuesday, July 30, 2013

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