>≫≫The Coin Poem by Abdul Wahab

I am a proud owner of a coin
Meticulously minted in the year nineteen seventy one
Since then he has seen enough green
And bathed in the abundant sun
Place to place he moved
Touched many a hand dirty and cleaned
Closely felt the heat of neighbours’ jealousy
Often become the victim of greed
He is fed up with his life
As I am with mine
While we are contemplating
How I should spend him
And in return he should buy me a luxurious death
A shrill cry is heard telling us
How we could be so selfish and harsh
If we can not live for ourselves
Why we should not live for others
As we are both, for many a love and a dream