Blow Of Calumination Poem by Abdul Wahab

Breaking of dreams does not make me awe
As you know a new one will crop up prompt
But I am cut me into pieces
By the saw of Pharisaism

The sound of breaking hearts does not make me any more puzzle
As you know if one goes another will come
But I am made to bleed
By the act of character assassination

The fear of falling no more disestablishes me
As you know if today I am defeated, tomorrow I may win
But I am left wounded
By the treasonous blow of calumniation