Flying Poems Poem by Abdul Wahab

When there is no sun
And the rain likely to come

But no rain
I silently take the corner

Of the corner less memory lane
Like an old and feeble

I ruminate taking out
The hazy picture of the story

Once you wrote
on my white pages

Now I write poems after poems
On the opposite side

And let those fly
With a wish to reach you

As you know water is not so hard
And the wind may be kind enough