Abdul Wahab Poem Poems

I could not shout out my words
Cooked by the flooding flickers of emotions
At the lower part of my belly
Nor could I sing my tangled joys and sorrows
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Soil upon soil more soil upon soil makes
a heap soft of fresh flesh lump silky
under my ribs bean crimson red
flows neat five litters quickly
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I wish to be a poet
So I keep writing poetry
Without knowing any technique
Nor I know anything about it
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Above our heads is the bright moon
Is she busy now with honey-moon?
Under her is the clumsy poverty crone
Dancing naked empty belly with a croon
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I am the owner of a wonderful flower
In between colourful petals
Lies sweet nectar
Over following
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A poem
Woven with words
And few lines of length
For which daily I die,
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The picture is now dog busy and must be in use
The system says some one enjoying
I can not delete or empty my memory
In my hard disk, in such a way it bugs
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All three of the following
Gave me in same tone same answer
When I asked them to give me a poem.
At First I went to a river,
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So many works of my life
I dodge to write these verses
So much time I spend behind
Every couplet, every epithet sucks
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Once I saw
My three doors away neighbour
To set his cloths on fire
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This poem too is going to fail me
Though I think every time, before I go to sit to write a poem
That this poem will take me off and I will float on top like a chunk of cream
But it never happens
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On the canvas I just throw an idea
Of a butterfly from my mind and
Let's see keenly which way it goes
Neither left nor right nor a line straight,
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To judge a piece poetry
Is very controversial
And difficult too
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in a poem
is it the idea or the use of language
more important
a very difficult proposition
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Even a piece of stone
Or a falling leaf

Can teach you
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Soil upon soil
more soil upon soil
makes a heap
soft and silky
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Respected president and honorable chief guest
My fellow poets and present all the audience
My dear sisters and brothers,
it is very unfortunate
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What I wanted to say I could not say yet
In my poems which have been written till date
So, oh, my traveller stops here for a while
And listen to me carefully that you have won
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Lost many ideas into air
And broke many themes in the way of forgetfulness
In the name of lifting my standard of writing
In a pattern or in a schemes
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If I look up and walk I get stumble
And fall into a meadow of massive sadness
So I look down always at my feet
And continue the act of going
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In this fortunate morning
I have gone through many volumes of poetry
Yet I did not get any idea to write my own poems
Nor did I inspire a bit to write anything
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The fruits hanging from the branches
Of your tree, evoke in my heart an emotion
People With contempt call it jealousy
And I too wished to have some
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In many oriental societies of us
There is a belief that woman cries
Either to hush up the faults she makes
Or tries to win out of sympathy a heart of a man
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The tree
On the bank of the river
Is life
Experiences are like water
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I remain awake at night
And I walk the whole day
In the of field of ideas
I pick them in abundance
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Take it less
You will want more
Take it in excess
it turns into poison
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Anyhow if you search out this poem
Then I bid you my heartfelt congratulations
And what a good hunter of knowledge you are!
I salute you for your thirsty heart
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No one can stop this to turn into being a poem
Nothing can hinder to sing this as a song
As you know no sea refuses a river
And no river is found without banks
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Hardly had I written a four line poem
Sooner become I bankrupt and gone out of ideas
Yet I thought as a poet I had done quite well
Too quick was the untitled poem in action
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I sit and wish to write a poem
That has not been written yet,
Meanwhile a storm rises
And gets amok in the chest
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Though sound is not gracious enough
To bless me with the sweet music
Yet I very closely see the hands
Of all the classic musicians beating drums
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In our many oriental societies
There is a belief that woman cries
Either to hush up the faults she makes
Or tries to win out of sympathy a heart of a man
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After hoisting the flag of hope
To flip flap high
Everyday I perch on a petal of wind
To spray the fragrance of words
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Soul shines with the glory of truth
You just need to remove the dust
Gathered upon the mirror of heart
And reflects the light it receives
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The neighbourhood boy
Laid on the bed feeling not good

We all called on him
Suddenly I heard a cracking sound outside
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They come and say
Poetry is worthless

It leads to the whims
And fancies of the poet
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Will he smile and then laugh away
Like a friend
When you brag and boast a little
To boost your tiny shattered ego
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He rises in a shoal
To play watery game

Other games do not enter
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A Poem with a foot note
Like a lame who walks on the ramp
He kills interest and beauty of the contest
But when a reader misinterpret a poem
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