Abdul Wahab


*birth Of The Word Ridiculous - Poem by Abdul Wahab

In each and every dropp of wind and stream of sand
I find your sovereignty and might sculptured in the space,
no one is worthy to bow except you, I did not hesitate rather
million times I agreed as I found none in your kingdom making
you second you are such an exceptionally powerful king,
the creator of all jokes, you order me to bow down
to the doll you made out of rugs, straight I amazed,
sternly I reject, too, out of my love for you,
me a bewildered cat in sotto whisper I ask
how you can ridicule me, my faith and your rules,
I curse the doll rather to be absurdly ridiculous,
maker of forbidden fruits sweeter , the breaker
of all your truths, though the success may not
in their hand they will try to create another doll,
the nasty irritators, I say, break the doll
and respect your own constitution,
keep faith in me and restore my stature,
not doing so is a breaching of trust,
I feel cheated, you break the hell,
I am going to create havoc along
with the riddle behind making
virtually all things ridiculous
including you and me in your
own kingdom.


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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, August 28, 2012

Poem Edited: Thursday, October 25, 2012


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