>≫For A Poem Only Poem by Abdul Wahab

A poem
Woven with words
And few lines of length
For which daily I die,
And let my blood to be sucked
Like winks do to the oil of a lamp


For a poem
I daily sit
Same place, same time
Draw all the hells of my concentration
And keep going on meditating
As monks do
Without caring the attention of their surroundings

I take all the sufferings and pain
Willingly go through all kinds of hardship
For that poem only
If even for once,
By which I wish to blow your mind

Day after day
I stretch for that poem
With out pouring a drop of rain
By which I wish to drench you
Like every time probably I fail this time, too.