Abdul Wahab

The High Hill - Poem by Abdul Wahab

Mirror reflects me ditto
Shadow follows everywhere
But fire which burns inside
No one dare to touch or capture
And none is there to call
Or echo my sweet name
So quickly I rush to you
To quench my thirst
With my heart’s content
I shout full of my throat
And how tasty it is to listen
With my own ears in your echo
My own name, the sweetest name

Comments about The High Hill by Abdul Wahab

  • Heather Wilkins (6/19/2013 11:22:00 AM)

    nice thoughts and words. So quickly I rush to you to quench my thirst. like the quote. (Report) Reply

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  • Tirupathi Chandrupatla (6/17/2013 10:11:00 AM)

    But fire which burns inside
    No one dare to touch or capture
    This is what makes each person a unique individual. Thanks for the nice poem.
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  • David Wood (6/17/2013 4:47:00 AM)

    A lovely write Abdul (Report) Reply

  • Yasmin Khan (6/17/2013 2:52:00 AM)

    Feelings expressed in many types of imagery that makes it a beautiful write. (Report) Reply

  • Anita Sehgal (6/16/2013 2:59:00 AM)

    a very beautiful write...enjoyed (Report) Reply

  • Gajanan Mishra (6/16/2013 2:49:00 AM)

    good write, thanks,
    Please comment and vote on my new poems.
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Poem Submitted: Sunday, June 16, 2013

Poem Edited: Tuesday, July 30, 2013

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