Abdul Wahab Poems

A woman is a pot
Holds all the things
With care and love
Which man makes
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At the long distance
And far high above

And below
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Science is bliss a wishful thought only
All the clever men lured for life and big money
but Shakespeare never rushed after life's comfort and luxury
Though he had a good enough intellect and high memory
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‘’I am dead ‘’ he answers
When I ask him

Where he has been
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A road I travel another reveals to tread
I reach a cliff another remains to scale
I know my voyage will never end
Yet I hanker for a rest
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Billy jumps and leaps
And test his strength
Against the wind
In the vast green field
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When I need light
The wind blows the lamp out

Every one leaves me
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me and my bicycle
are in a queer relation
at least in the state of running
at high speed it keeps balance
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Man cries, cries in the same way
An animal or a plant, once I was
Told by a tree how he suffered
In the hands of men and animals
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Perhaps I was wrong
I should not have done those
And said the things which did nothing good
Neither for me nor for them
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