Coloured Wall Poem by Abdul Wahab

Since last week in my vision I see a wall
Sometimes red in colour sometimes in blue
And taller than the men and women gathered
Near its base and try to oversee something eagerly;

Taller men and women are on their toes
And shorter put their eyes on the holes
Green grasses and here and there some bushes
At first look this part of the world appear
But for them close look holds something else;

They would never mind if they see playing squirrels
Or the trumpeting elephants or a roaring lions
At least grazing horses or the fanfare of monkeys
But they clearly see where they have to reach
The points they have to touch, the goals they have to achieve;

Meaning of life though appears bright but it remains flat
Courage is on the run and on the golden wings of rays
Hope is taking a nap like a little baby along with confidence;

So far so nice as everything could be brought back right
But what could be done to the resistance
Blowing, flowing in the stream of the waterless river?
The music of weakness that is heard
In different tones and tunes without harmonium
And the naked and ugly dance of obstacles that is seen
Where is the button to stop or where is the curtain to raise?

If there is a will there is a way you may heard this
Now they recall these sayings in faith in the wind.