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Abdul Wahab


The Revenge Of Love


Oh! Rukmoni, are you listening?
How can you listen!
As you are living in a far away land
By chance if you listen this poem
In the sky or air, take it for granted
That it has been written
For you and if you have time to spare
Go to the silent bank of the river
Or listen to it closed door ever.

Oh! Rukmoni,
I have taken the revenge
Not against you
But against me,
The job why I had not got
In the proper time why I had not.
So when I was breaking the steps
Of the heart of yours
And the houses and the doors.
The steps were trembling
The stars of the sky were whirling
In a fear as if the things might go in a wrong way
Your parents would come out and say
That it would not be possible for them to keep the promise at all
Though to me they would be extremely polite humble.
Suddenly all the hopes would get their wings
Flying like a thread less kite all the dreams.

The job I have got today
And beg to you to pardon me
Why in the proper time I did not!

So you are away from me …apart
Still I feel you in the corner of my heart
And in my every dropp of blood red
And in the every soft touch of the wind.
Just remembering the name of you
I get an immense pleasure in the world of dream
Like a white cloud floating in the paradise
When I am in the ocean of sorrow of my life.

So many brides I have seen
So many brides I have been shown
I have rejected them all
Saying ‘'I am very well alone''

They will not feel the stone
They will not feel the feather
Of my heart and soul
Which I feel lying alone
Looking at the doors of my dream
Tearing down of all the bondage
My love is coming….!
Even though living in the reality
I don't understand why
This is not a truth, it's a lie.

In the multitudes
I am alone and bitterly lonely
With a delirium mind and a heart full of pangs and agony
The eyes are in the sky, I walk down the road
And in my imagination I draw your face in the cloud
Who are sometimes laughing!
Who are sometimes crying!

What is that to me?
Even you are away from me
I got you in the clouds of imagination
In every pose and in every position
Just like that, come to me
And sit down to say sweet or sad story
I promise, I shall not end the journey.

To make me forget your memories
The virtual road ends in my house
I could not do anything but to stand up
In the wall of your picture to draw up
Which sometimes crying!
Which sometimes laughing!
Playing the flute of the dolorous
The nectar of my heart glorious
She talks with me like a mad woman
And saying that I became a mad man.



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Submitted: Thursday, March 15, 2012
Edited: Friday, June 07, 2013

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  • Rookie - 12 Points Farah Ilyas (3/20/2012 11:56:00 AM)

    oh very sad poem.....u make me cry, , , well done......i am very well alone, this verse have a lot of sorrow inside it
    So many brides I have seen
    So many brides I have been shown
    I have rejected them all
    Saying ‘'I am very well alone

    love these lines
    carry on (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 5 Points Rizvana Parveen (3/20/2012 1:40:00 AM)

    Beautiful composition....
    So many brides I have seen
    So many brides I have been shown
    I have rejected them all
    Saying ‘'I am very well alone''

    They will not feel the stone
    They will not feel the feather
    Of my heart and soul........
    finding a soulmate is really difficult... (Report) Reply

  • Veteran Poet - 2,930 Points Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi (3/16/2012 7:52:00 PM)

    Let the bygone be bygone,
    not to sit and mourn long,
    sixteen days are maximum,
    for sorrow and celebration,
    Move on, Souls abandoned,
    millions of our kind,
    searching for love to bind! . (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 296 Points Harindhar Reddy (3/16/2012 2:34:00 AM)

    Tut! A sad sordid saga of broken love was narrated by the poet, whether it's autobiographical or not still it can entice readers like me and many others......

    As feelings appear true without any hue made this poem look great. It great one by you wahabji, Hope writing and keep sharing, grow in life as a poet. You are one of the best poets here! 10+++++++++++ (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 416 Points Shahzia Batool (3/15/2012 6:24:00 PM)

    Being a lit.teacher, i personally think that poetry should not be in the syllabi
    for examiner; you know why? ...everytime you don't feel like judging n measuring like holding a yardstick from poetic tools n apparatus...The Revenge Of Love is
    such a poem...one feels like to be quiet...no need to decipher the personal touch,
    the poignant memory of a broken appointment, n no need to mention the crushing despair...what is felt...in the lines, n beyond the lines....is perfectly communicated... (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Ekaterina M. Polischuk (3/15/2012 4:57:00 PM)

    very sad poem, but incredible in its structure, rhythm and heart song.... when we loose our love it is usually awful.... i now it... and it is important to understand that our live is not over... the future will bring us the sun and we can smile.... we should remember every good thing we had with that relationship and thank person for his or her time.... it is a sad moment and it is full of pain, but everything that not kills us makes us stronger. (Report) Reply

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