The odd sound
For my safety and comfort
I close all the doors and windows
Nothing will come in or go out
A room within a room
I affectionately create
I do not move or give side
Vertically or horizontally
Right or left
Fixed, not even rise above
To my points I am rightly rigid
I am in love and proud of
My ideology and life
Thousand times so I kick reason and logic
But one day
Though I know no one is with me around
Still I hear an odd sound
Suddenly when I open the window
To my great surprise I find
The wind is crying
poem by Abdul Wahab
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