Treasure Island

Abdul Wahab


Alone


No one here I see
To break the clods
Of the path you walk or take
But they all closely watch
Where you put your footsteps

No one will write a single line
Even if you go for oblivion
But they all read very closely
Every world of the book
You compose for your life

Sweet or sour
Whatever fruits of your deeds you bear
And hang upon the boughs of your sweet name
No one will carry for you
You have to taste all those alone


alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone

Submitted: Wednesday, July 24, 2013
Edited: Wednesday, October 23, 2013

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