Sloughing
They always like
To be full with
Knowledge
Something
Old fashioned
But I like
To be empty
And vacant
To renew
To be light
By shedding
Anything
Of my life
as it becomes
Junk scripted
Bond
Overused
Tired
Unsuitab le
For the life
Modern
Unable to explain
Unpredictable
Meet
The challenge
Of the present
Demand
Though
They are very fearful
I am very brave
To be ignorant
Again
Of loss and profit
In love and life
As it was bliss
Even a slight piece
of anything used
To keep me
Smilling and pleased
As I did not know
what was happening
in their mind
Behind
Now it is a burden
as I know
What going on
under the layers
Room green
Back the curtain.
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poem by Abdul Wahab
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