>≫≫This Universe Is My Oyster Poem by Abdul Wahab

Be firm
And hold fast your ground
If strong winds come in your way
You won’t be unstable
Spread your roots deep inside
Rock hard your attachment
You need an identity
But cut my all
With the swords of dispassion
I want to be free from any trappings
Free from caste, creed, political identities and nationalism
Spread my roots to the sky
And let me hang upside down like a cosmopolitan tree
I belong neither to any false pride
Nor to any infatuation
To live in duality is not my desire
Nor my cup of tea
This is not at all synonymous with indifference or apathy
My path is a real struggle to be an ego-free
An effort to belong to the universe, my oyster