>An Astounding Artist Poem by Abdul Wahab

An astounding artist stands in the winds
raping the light remains he close to me, tight,
without any pencil or colour
he does not have any imagination either
still, he draws succinct fresco
super designed portrait,
not of me but his
in all the shades
the joy of sight in the shining bright
in dark, the fear, in dusky the doubt
all the secrets are in dim
pride in purple, the fire in red
all the desires of mine he shows by flame
in the colour cinnabar
my pain vanishes
like a shooting star
in the vast dark blue canvas
hope floats like a cloud
in my acrylic, casein or gouache heart
in right angle
he shoots the darkness,
in obtuse he keeps the dream
despair in acute

his face in squire is
a hidden treasure of handsomeness
absolutely fantabulous in round
in oval terrifically hypnotic
to him, I am magnetically hooked
it violently jerks and mentally shakes me up
when I want to shake it off..