Abdul Wahab Hope Poems

Hope is a bird
With wonderful feathers
Sits on the boughs of the soul
And sings the song of how to be remain alive
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I would not deny
That I could not
Dream or swim
But it was in my dream
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Green leaves sprout out
in a distant, grassy island
Sways in the gust of wind.
A little bird with beautiful
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Have you seen or given a look!
There is gigantic monster on the hill
With a very sharp weapon
He cuts, cuts with precision
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Hope is a cheater
I am deceived by it many times
Once it had seated me
On a branch of a fig tree
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It has seated me
On a branch of a fig tree
And waited me long
For the flowers
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Hope

Hope is a cheater
I am deceived by it many times
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