Abdul Wahab

Now I know what is wasting!

Flowing away the water
Clueless was the river
You came as a dyke
And held………
Which gave the meaning of
Flowing ………
Now I flow,
Now I blow
Like a wind
Like a water in the river
Now I know what is wasting ……!

Lots of things polluting the air
Big clueless was the nature
You came as a rain
And washed away…..
Which gave the meaning of
Purity and holiness ……
Now I am holy
Now I am pure …
Like a pain
Like a dew of the morning …..

My tongue was tied
Clueless was I
You came as a twister
Now I can sing the songs delicious
You touched my finger
Now I can make music melodious

I am very thankful to you
As you thankful to nature.

Submitted: Friday, May 04, 2012

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