>≫≫Tendril Mind Poem by Abdul Wahab

For our own convenience
We have invented methods counting time
In seconds, minutes, centuries and so on
No wonder to know
There is no longitude and latitude
Curved out in the sky
Or on the body of the earth
No dividers of hemispheres
Crossing it is neither ominous
Nor brings it a good luck for any one
Man’s mind is so fragile and weak
That can’t stand straight and alone
It needs a twining around a belief
Like a climbing plant by its tendril
No matter how ridiculous the belief may be
They rise to the level of frenzy
And go any length to celebrate the point
They need just an occasion to go mad
Such is the love to be wild
If there is no such thing like ominous or auspicious
They will create of their own
And rush to either curse one or worship another
Just like they go maniac to celebrate New Near.