The Gutter Of Semblance Poem by Abdul Wahab
The Gutter Of Semblance
In this world there is no such thing like hate
It's a turnabout form of love
A dejection of the desire
To have what the hated person has
Perhaps all would have been glad
If there was no fate
But somehow something depends
Not on you but on people whom you do not control
You just need to pray to change their mind.
Somehow I need to believe in destiny
Why you are not born in a home which holds all luxuries
And I in a family which knows no wonder
Yet we would be very glad
To know that the rest of life is in our hand
Even our death we may postpone
By having good wishes and by doing good deeds.
In this world we all suffer from an entity
Wrongly we call it complex inferiority
But in reality there is no such thing
It's a truncated shattered form of complex superiority
The desire to dominate.to ride on hegemony
And the war mongers would be very glad
If there is such thing but I am sorry to say
It is a perverted form of fear and phobia
And found only in the gutter of semblance.
Hate which we hate often It's a turnabout form of love. Dejection of the desire amazes mind with acceptance of emotion. Believing in destiny is definitely wise and interesting. In this world we all suffer from an entity. We call this as inferiority and this provokes thought. Mental illness provokes mind. We need positive perception to feel life and every perception gives learning of art of joy. Brilliant poem is wisely penned and shared here...10
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4/26/2024 5:15:28 AM # 1.0.0.1119
is hatred the mental illness, when the war mongers are glad to continue? Good question but who is going to answer when everyone think that they are the victims, wahab..