singing Birds
The soil on which I live
No reflection of the rays
It must be flat and plain,
the fruit I eat lacked much milk,
the water I drink must be still
the erudite bird explained,
if not so ‘ why can not the birds
of your forest sing like the birds
of mine? "
are all the waves of you
are higher than the waves
created in my river? if not so,
then, no wrongs on the things
I live on, your sky is not higher
Than mine either! rather the storm
More stronger there when dances
The bonfire, beware my friend!
Too much hullabaloo will distract
You from the tune.
poem by Abdul Wahab
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