I am going to be pickle
Hello darling, you are so fascinating
We are going as the winds go
We are floating and flowing as waters flow
We get delight as the sunlight
Nothing complicated, everything is satisfying
But life has twists and turns
As No rivers flow straight or roads run
Where as life is as diverse as wander land
Which road to chose and which one is not
More problem we don't know what is our destination.
We are walking blind folded in a forest deep
When one leaves one's hand, we don't know
until we reach the fence or ended up the walking
Or reach the shore and wake up from the dream
In one very fine morning, with my own astonishment
I can not find your so long supporting hand
Is it real or dream? and I pinch my skin
And cry out in bewilderment, I am in the new world
It is another man's hand, I can not prevent
My heart, my mind and my psyche mutually want
That hand to ride on, why and what's for
The questions go on, but I don't know
How to prevent! Please pardon me,
I am going to be a pickle!
poem by Abdul Wahab
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