>Reality Of Reality Poem by Abdul Wahab

When I look at you with much hope
You return me showing back my face
But you hide which I hold in my head
The images of love drawn with grace

In my loneliness I sought your help
You follow me everywhere and copy me in ditto
But you conceal the fire which burns inside
Lighted by drizzling rain and molten snow

When I am tired down and tuckered out
Riding on the flight of my imagination
You spread a sheet to lay me down
But you steal the cloud where I kept
The sketches of my wish and fanciful dreams.