Abdul Wahab


the sound


In your group you do not take me in
Or I do not like to mix up with you all
In either way you may take
But the sound you produce
I can not tolerate
‘’Which kind of sound are you talking of?
Tell us ''
No, I can not,
If I make you
to hear the sound
I have to go down so low
From where I can not rise up any more.

Submitted: Sunday, July 28, 2013
Edited: Monday, July 29, 2013

Form:


Do you like this poem?
0 person liked.
0 person did not like.

Read this poem in other languages

This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.

I would like to translate this poem »

word flags

What do you think this poem is about?

Comments about this poem (the sound by Abdul Wahab )

Enter the verification code :

  • Veteran Poet - 3,943 Points Tirupathi Chandrupatla (7/29/2013 9:12:00 AM)

    Maybe sound is only one way for them. They cannot hear whether we go low or high. Either way we cannot reach the normal state after that. Beautiful poem. (Report) Reply

Read all 3 comments »

Trending Poets

Trending Poems

  1. Still I Rise, Maya Angelou
  2. The Road Not Taken, Robert Frost
  3. If, Rudyard Kipling
  4. If You Forget Me, Pablo Neruda
  5. Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening, Robert Frost
  6. I Know Why The Caged Bird Sings, Maya Angelou
  7. Daffodils, William Wordsworth
  8. Dreams, Langston Hughes
  9. A Poison Tree, William Blake
  10. Nothing Gold Can Stay, Robert Frost

Poem of the Day

poet Dante Gabriel Rossetti

Your hands lie open in the long fresh grass, --
The finger-points look through like rosy blooms:
Your eyes smile peace. The pasture gleams and glooms
...... Read complete »

   

New Poems

  1. Uncle Trevor's Justice to Travis, rohan bendre
  2. The Second Birth Of Tragedy, Leila Samarrai
  3. Y/.. A Restfull Mind, Aufie Zophy
  4. My bodyguard, Rob Spiering
  5. Green Shades Create a Meaning, Rohit Sapra
  6. Country Inn, Dr. Yogesh Sharma
  7. Mysterious guest., Gangadharan nair Pulingat..
  8. If You Could, Brian J. Stafford
  9. Melancholy of a dreamer, Jonathan De Vocht
  10. The snow makes me happy., Gangadharan nair Pulingat..
[Hata Bildir]