Abdul Wahab

Colour Of Truth - Poem by Abdul Wahab

Give me the last bath
Without soap and water
Put me under the dry soil,
I do not want to drench myself
As I have seen the colour in the tears
Of the clouds on the petals of the flower

Do not lament or send any condolence
Never built over me any grave or epitaph
Forget for ever if possible that my birth is a lie
I have seen the colour of truth, it is not white.

Comments about Colour Of Truth by Abdul Wahab

  • Farah Ilyas (4/29/2013 1:47:00 PM)

    fabulous what a realistic poem, mixture of truth & proud...well witten (Report) Reply

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  • Unwritten Soul (4/29/2013 11:19:00 AM)

    wonderful, you know color of truth is your own skin color, that let the personality you have...color of truth..i just like your words_Soul (Report) Reply

  • Aftab Alam Khursheed (4/28/2013 10:24:00 AM)

    really a nice poem about the death and proud nice thank you (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, April 28, 2013

Poem Edited: Tuesday, September 24, 2013

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