<≪≪ When I Am A Tree Poem by Abdul Wahab

The well of oil brings you here
At the door steps right under their nose
Seeing you there sanding and salivating in lust
People are calling you in disgust
What a shameful and greedy man you are! !
Mere presence of you is itself a provocation
And contains the seed of all wars
I say get out from there
And peacefully go to your home
Poking your noses in internal affairs of others
Creates for us a huge problem
For this you may call me
A fundamentalist or a radical
But it works like a root when I am a tree
And when I believe, I believe in full
Accepting some and rejecting few
This adulterous nature is neither
In my blood nor in my dictionary.