Abdul Wahab


>≫≫Thy Intelligence At Stake - Poem by Abdul Wahab

Thou would send thy angel
Of death ‘’Azrael ‘’ to the steps
Of my door from the other sides
Of the high hill and the deep sea

I welcome him as he is thy agent
And treat him as my especial guest
And make him sit beside my head
And give him to take milk and curd

His duty is your command
And my soul is his demand
But let me tell thee before hand
That I know not any heavenly etiquette
Nor I have any lamp of wisdom
By which I could illuminate thy kingdom
I am a rustic of this world
And live a life of flesh and blood
To do errors is my habit
If thy not want to regret
After taking my ignorant soul
Please make me wise
Before I set off to sail
Thy intelligence is at stake.


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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, December 11, 2013

Poem Edited: Wednesday, December 11, 2013


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