Brush-off
I see
Your fall
Instead of
Picking up
I brush you off
But allow
To take
A try
Again.
I see
Your mistakes
Instead of
Correcting
I let you
To find
Your own way
Though silently
I drink
Poisonous pain
And ocean -sorrow.
I see you cry
Instead of
Wiping out
I let you
To shed tears
To wash
The dart
Accumulated
Long
Inside
To see
The things
Clean and afresh.
poem by Abdul Wahab
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