Abdul Wahab


>≫≫Gratitude 1 - Poem by Abdul Wahab

My eyes are more precious
Than mountains of gold

I realize this when I was
In the valley of paradise

Moving in snail’s pace
Thinking how little I am

Nothing I have got
In my life

Anger was growing
Inside

Suddenly came a sound
Echoing from the Himalayas

The mother of the highest
Mountain on earth

‘’take away gold
Equal to my Everest

And in turn give me
Me your eyes ‘’

I become wiser
And since then I never complain

Only whisper in heart
Gratitude, gratitude.


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Poem Submitted: Sunday, February 2, 2014

Poem Edited: Monday, February 3, 2014


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