The state being upset
The sky hangs a long face
Nearer to the ground in the west
Dark clouds are sent
As if it lowered his head
Hands are on the cheeks
Eyes are full of red
Pondering very deeply
How to get rid of
The hot of the sun
Unfriendly, unaffectionate.
The cause of his own origin by default
The cause and affect
Affecting his cause
Of being very upset
No option left but to ameliorate
The problem by killing himself
Heavily pouring down on the ground
Paradox, juxtaposition, upside down
The logic is in unexplainable state
What a pity on the irony of fate!
poem by Abdul Wahab
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