Abdul Wahab


The Lough Of Dolorous ii


I walk down the road
Laughing aloud as if I am the happiest person

In this world the most powerful
The richest man

As if I am the owner
Of the sun and the moon

Though I carry in my heart
bag- full ‘ laugh of dolorous’

Yet I laugh aloud
As better sense made me a man

Who relinquishes
The stupid desire

And the gory pleasure
Of this carnivorous world

Yet I see some people
Who, with stern faces,

Run helter skelter
Without smile

Are they insane
Or fools?

Do they know not
There is no delight

no joy
Nothing to achieve

in it no benefit at all?
So, to make fun

Out of them I laugh aloud
Giving the laugh of dolorous,

Submitted: Thursday, July 04, 2013
Edited: Thursday, July 04, 2013
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