Abdul Wahab

A Few Pounds Of Reddish Clay - Poem by Abdul Wahab

Straight on the bed
What does that lay?
A mould of flesh
What does it call?
A human being
What does it mean?
Hoards, eats and sleeps
When it gets tired takes rest
Does it all that he possess?
At pleasure it jumps
In pain it coils in
Does it have the power of thinking?
Oh, yes,
That’s the great
And only quality
On the basis of which
A body of meat
Turns into human
Otherwise it remains
As valueless as
Few pounds of reddish clay.

Comments about A Few Pounds Of Reddish Clay by Abdul Wahab

  • (4/13/2014 12:12:00 PM)

    Love it. It is so true: humans are simply blobs of nothingness... if not for our intellect! Beautifully captured image. (Report) Reply

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  • Heather Wilkins (7/24/2013 5:57:00 PM)

    from a piece of clay emerges a human being. a body of meat turns into human. good read (Report) Reply

  • Geetha Jayakumar (7/24/2013 6:56:00 AM)

    So true...Beautiful write...Power of thinking...made a lot of difference....Well read. Thank you. (Report) Reply

  • Tirupathi Chandrupatla (7/24/2013 6:21:00 AM)

    Poem explains what makes a human being - power of thinking. This faculty must be used right. Beautiful poem. Thank you. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, July 24, 2013

Poem Edited: Wednesday, July 24, 2013

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