Abdul Wahab Sharief

Rookie (31-7-1981 / Bangalore, India.)

The Addict. - Poem by Abdul Wahab Sharief

Craving for forbidden fruits,
Craving for lies not the truths.
Faith I have none,
Ignore all good values for so called fun.
Craving for flesh,
craving the ultimate rush.
We forget the excess's we reach,
Burnt hands we try to teach.
Then craving solitude,
or those who assist in reshaping better attitude.
Yet petrified when alone,
Sometimes fear Him, or the devil, or regret on opportunities gone.
craving all that's forbidden and judged bad, bad,
craving not yet creating a life that's at best sad.
So if you wish sadness and seek it in fate,
you are then an addict change before it's to late.

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, July 26, 2007

Poem Edited: Thursday, March 24, 2011

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