Sayeed Abubakar

Gold Star - 16,323 Points (21 September 1972 / Jessore / Bangladesh)

Mad: 2 - Poem by Sayeed Abubakar

He walks on the water of an ocean;
his legs don't get wet.
He walks through the incessant rain;
his body doesn't get wet.

One day someone invited him at his home
and offered a room to sleep.
At midnight he started shouting-'Help! Help! '
because he was floating like water-hyacinth
on the water of the house.

Topic(s) of this poem: satire of social classes

Comments about Mad: 2 by Sayeed Abubakar

  • Poetheart Morgan (5/4/2014 10:28:00 PM)

    is something missing did not say if he drowned...... (Report) Reply

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  • Hazel Durham (12/19/2012 7:25:00 AM)

    Original, quirky poem, I really liked it! (Report) Reply

  • Arfa Iris (4/21/2011 12:05:00 PM)

    thats nice poem.
    i like the lines but have a feeling thats its left incomplete. sorry dear.
    dont mind.
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Poem Submitted: Thursday, April 21, 2011

Poem Edited: Tuesday, October 20, 2015

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