What Is Life (ii)
Under the tight grip
Of total emptiness
I stood alone
In a pensive mind
On a lonely ground
Wild Memories crowded in
Unruly, started fighting.
Anarchy rolled
From the top
Of the treacherous hill
Dyke broke
Tears rolled down
Tumultuous feelings
Rushed in
From inside out
Kicked and butted
Like a bull.
Jaws tighten
Complexities turned
More complicated
Forced me to contemplate
‘'What is life! ''
Moon in the sky above
With a purpose
Man in the ground.
poem by Abdul Wahab
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