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..