Abdul Wahab

Ramadan - Poem by Abdul Wahab

Adam ate
Only one
And he was
Kicked and thrown
But I ate
Still I am here
And entertained
Till the month
Of Ramadan
To be forgiven
Of my words
And deeds
But I wonder
The river
Full of flowing water
At the both end
In full swing
I dropp some boulders
But it keeps

Throat and tongue
Full of filthy words
And Sour pickle
I sing
Seek pardon
Pray and praise
All these things
Become nothing
But noise
During months
With illegal diet
Out of practice
Out of ring
I play
But fouls.

Lust and greed
Eaten away
My flesh
Has burnt
The soul
Only skeleton
On the bed
Lying I see
The fan
At the ceiling
With ball bearing
With high speed
I stand up
And switch off
But it keeps moving.

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  • Rookie - 40 Points Ashraful Musaddeq (8/1/2012 9:17:00 AM)

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Poem Submitted: Monday, July 30, 2012

Poem Edited: Monday, July 30, 2012

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