Love 11 Poem by Abdul Wahab

Love is not only for petticoat lovers
Nor is only for them who wear silky loin cloths
Love is also for my parents who brought me up
For my son I kept it especially in a special tight box
My daughter is also not out of that squire
Nor is my sister driven off from there
I am a unique person for my entire family
So I am often eagerly waited for even by my dog
My love is not like a mere sour tamarind
But mixed a bit of salt and chilly, green
Sometimes by my friends I am told
Few times it went like tomato sauce upon a pie
Till date it is all great O! Mankind!
I love you all and to tell you this loud I'll not shy!