Credence Poem by Abdul Waahid

*TRUST*


I found myself
At a bare skinned environment; *seaboard*
*Sweet sonorous breezes*
The *littoral* each second
Wins *a kind kiss*
From the *blue waves*
Inviting to it *beautiful bliss*


I found myself wondering
And gazing at the *trust* among three friends
I became ashamed
Human at times
Couldn't maintain *such name*
I tried to be *bold*
Yet I was *Icy and Cold*


My legs began to *tremble; lame*
My *consciousness sails away*
It whispered and waved at me
I lost *stamina*
So I sat for the *better*



I'm my paralysis
My *sight was accurate*
I *eavesdropped* the three friends
The *waves, seashore and the breezes*
All about *credence*


My voice was *faded*
But the *kind waves*
Brought me *Ink pot*
And *shoulder blade*
Which I *needed*



To express to a *Jewelry*
How ready I'm to *replace*
The context of a *story*
Eradicate and give in new *memory*
And add it to my *diary*




With the *scenario* of the *three friends*
Who had none of the*senses(TTSSH) *
Yet won each others *faith and trust*


The waves moves with *huge velocity*
Yet the sea *offers tranquility*
It believes in its *reversibility*