The Speck Of The Untold World Poem by Abdul Wahab

To claim the vastness
Of literature written in his own tongue
Once a friend of mine said
Whatever he is going to write
He has found that has been written
By the renowned poets
Or by his peers
This is the absurd way
To show his narrowness
And he touched the height of his foolishness
When he sees the tiny dot of literature
Written till date by all the poets of the world
Writing is such kind of a thing
That can break the rules of physics
Randomness and e3lasticity
The stuffs are so infinite that
Can easily defeat the theories of mathematics
A single world has many connotations
And each impression is taken in different ways
To add more
Each ways has different angels
Making a single point so diverse
The mind of the world cannot hold
Not to mention the depth
It has so many varies and degrees
That no one dare to fathom out
Each moment is history
And each page of a moment is full of stuffs of poetry
We are unable to reflect all on our writing
The huge amount experiences
Gone through or gained by our mind
Till date the race of man
Has written nothing but a speck untold world.