the people who do not like
and love
give a thumps up
and leave few words praising or criticizing
on my poem,
i bless them all with a boon
one day ideas will kick their hearts
thoughts will box their mind
and pass sleepless nights with pain
severe
like a bud
like a woman, pregnant, suffers
until they deliver twin babies
or bloom into a flower
before the dawn breaks into morning
and the sun rises
the moon will come
and in love and adoration
she will keep her hand over their heads
while dew will fall upon them
in delight
to kiss their faces
rivers will rise to wash their feet
and winds will vie
the streams
who will spread their fragrance fast
to a land,
rich,
distant and far off
i will be not there for sure
but my fellow poets will
i request them in advance
to convey
my best wishes
and that is for you all.
no matter who is who
who is what
who write the poems
who becomes a great poet
or an author
but the words will linger in the air
for all to breathe them in,
in a long sigh
to feel cool
when you will feel the heat of life
they will etch
talk
will pour rain
listen to their tune
and catch them with a bucket
and figure out
what they mean when they speak
Abdul Wahab
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/poet-s-agony-2/
