Solitude Poem by Abdul Wahab

You may think I am cornered
And forced to feel lonely
But it works for me very well
I am sent to see how things go wrong
Which deeds the race of man should not have done
And which kind a poem has not written yet
In the time of my solitude, I put these type of questions
And talk to myself
And the answers I come up with
I think they are not nonsense
Many of them become a theme of my many a poem
Before you talk, read them carefully
Far from the crowd
Live like me
As no one has become a poet living in a noose of noise