>≫≫Cause Of Dissatisfaction Poem by Abdul Wahab

It is not bounded with any high wall
Nor has it any warden or superintendent
No restrictions do I have on my movement
But it works for me like a jail
I eat, I sleep
And when I get tempted
I walk through the curl of lips
Run through the span of hips
I get relief
But I could not come out of it
I am chained in routine work

Let alone satisfaction
I am frustrated with the incensing demand
As if they have no limitation
And the burden to fulfil them
Falls upon my limited body

No mystery
No wonder I reveal
My folly lies
Instead of paying attention to the unlimited mind
which is the cause, the source of my dissatisfaction
Too much I rely upon my body.