Ceiling Fan Poem by Abdul Wahab

You are in a dire despair
And the head is blowing

You think hard and a bit worry
Where you did wrong

You quickly come back
And enter into your room

Switch on the fan
And looking at the ceiling

It is moving
Like your head

badly imitating you
like a monkey

You little bit annoyed
And stand up

Switch off it
It does not stop immediately

It keep moving for a while
Like your own follies

Though you tried a lot
To stop to do no more fault

But it will take time to stop
Like that of ceiling fan

They enters through the pores
You created out of habit

Now you understand
It is something like

after shock of your deeds
look at the fan again

and this time more philosophically
than the previous one

so nicely it sprinkles wind
and keep surrounding cool

but burns inside
and becomes hot

but it never makes
any one to understand

and it never becomes a cause to worry
like your good deeds