>≫≫Book Poem by Abdul Wahab

With or without understanding words
Written on my pages that not my concern
After grating between two fingers
You may turn over from one to another
I am not in pain at all nor am I here
To tell you the meaning of meaning
I hold in-between two lines
Nor do I give you advices to re-open
Or to close the chapters, it is up to you
As I am not only for ideas arranged
In alphabetical order by the names
Of topics or authors and kept in libraries
I am more than those: a living symbol
Of your weakness in hearing, a sign
Of your forgetfulness: a burning example
Of incapacity of your memory and speech
Before misbehaving with me remember this.