Voyeurism Poem by Abdul Wahab

If the act of seeing is
Termed illegal

Or a psychological
Then how I can see

The full moon
Or the tide of the ocean

The beauty will be stranded
Hills will be without man

Let them term
Whatever they like

Let me see you
Your new bloomed beauty

Spread in all around
Let my eyes turn butterflies

To sit upon you
And I would not mind

If they call it
voyeurism

And think that
I am suffering from it