Strange Race Poem by Abdul Wahab

When I see inside out
I surprise to see human beings are really mad
They have so much at hand to dispose
Yet they love to feel void
They sing not the nightingale inside
Not allow the muse to write they have
The child they got but let it not to dance
Yet they go to feel empty
And envy the ocean which has nothing except the waves;

Inside them I see a mine
Full of minerals and other costly elements to bring forth
Yet they choose to feel vacant
They use not the house where power is stored
Not crack a bit enough to let the rays enter
And flourish like the wild bushes
Yet they walk miles to think
They have nothing except emptiness

This race of man must be strange
To the animals and plants of this globe
To see them to cry and to tell only blues
When they have ocean like heart
Hills like mind and valleys like feeling
But they use them like stones, pea and nuts
And go for telling what is like feeling zero.