*damn Ash Poem by Abdul Wahab

I see,
a shape round,
may be oval whitish place
in the middle around the ball there
is multicoloured space surrounding it
, there is again an orbit, my life,
my path, simply straight,
a pull, a force,
an
attraction,
love gravitation
moving round and round
from the time pre-biography of mine
, no giving or taking only serene seven heaven's
satisfaction watching the beauty reaching
gradually zenith platonic emotion
any distraction leads to
collision to burst
out
with a sudden
melodious sound, we are
left after burning out only cool, damn ash