Treasure Island

Abdul Wahab


Will Power


One by one
They were all called

Including the vast ocean
And the mighty hill

They all refused
To take will

Will took man
Or man took will

That’s not the question
But this tiny creature, man

Became brave and intelligent
With all self respects

Took all the responsibilities
Now full of self pride

Full of proud
Being a will powered machine

Now he can show the door
To the sun

Oceans serve him
He can raise finger against the moon

The whole world stands aside
To let him pass

As he knows
Where he is going..

Submitted: Monday, June 03, 2013
Edited: Tuesday, June 04, 2013
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  • Heather Wilkins (6/13/2013 10:59:00 AM)

    oceans serve him-he can raise finger against the moon-the whole world stands aside-to let him pass-as he knows there he is going. It is mind over matter-taking over the situation. nice write (Report) Reply

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