Sane Poor Man Poem by Abdul Wahab
Sane Poor Man
I used to having a lot of heat
While at rest or moving, I thought
I could be rich just by selling it in
the market bereft of good poetry
I was restless and the temperature
was rising, I sat down to count the
would be money in my bank account
suddenly I found my fever had gone.
Relieved but felt very jittery as I could
not change my destiny. What a pity! It was
all the forgetting to blame though today
I am not a rich one but very lucky as I
Successfully avoided to become a mad man.
I loved your honest words in that sparkling poem. This a good piece of writting , and expressed feelings, and thoughts. Thank you for sharing with us your poems.
the last line explains about the mindset of people who are obsessed with any work, that is beyond their reach! thought provoking poem! Good advice as well!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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Great improvisation observed in this poem.Hallmarks and encomiums for you Sir