Abdul Wahab


Thanks A Lot Friend - Poem by Abdul Wahab

The wind goes slowly like a snail
I know you become my real friend

You will never ask any of my evil deeds
Never dig the old skull

With a whisper and a call
You blow out my senses with your all

You help me to born again
Like a new child, innocent

The old sorrow and pain I burry
In the magical tides of the ocean,

The murmur sound of freedom
I heard in the wings of an un -caged bird

The delight of your touch I inhale day and night
The colour of your smell I drink with cactus eyes

You bloom a flower
In the garden made up of stone

With out any cloud
You cause the rain and make me dream

And thanks a lot
To become a real friend without any cause..


Comments about Thanks A Lot Friend by Abdul Wahab

  • Tribhawan Kaul (1/22/2013 7:41:00 AM)


    The poem in couplets form makes an enjoyable read. Our own consciousness is our true friend which helps us to acknowledge and differentiate between our good and evil deeds. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, January 20, 2013

Poem Edited: Tuesday, January 22, 2013


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