Treasure Island

Abdul Wahab


Dole Out Dull


You talk to me too much-
From hell and heaven to cricket match.
Still I find you a squib damp dump.
The gray matter remains nimble numb.

Poet to poet, poetry to poetry
You praise and praise.
Fragile domestic docile humble gullible-
No question learn to raise.
Neither spark nor sharp dole out dull
Delight dashed whether you push or pull.

Submitted: Friday, December 16, 2011
Edited: Wednesday, January 25, 2012

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  • Harindhar Reddy (1/23/2012 9:13:00 AM)

    Tweet -tweet! Yes some people speak too much but in the end we need to search for the meaning. But however, it is natural that we speak lot and read lot which is a truth!

    However, I see it from other angle, I feel this poem is biographical in nature as it mentions i read poet to poet, poetry to poetry. I think our loveable poet is analyzing with reasoning power!

    I strongly feel the same in this age of dark we lack spark in our bark which is truth stark; as said by the poet let me hark. I congratulate my fellow countryman from Indian park for write this poem! 100/100 marks! Keep going, keep writing, keep flying! Kudos! (Report) Reply

  • Salema Khatun (12/18/2011 9:44:00 AM)

    really some people talk very stupid way, even the triffling thing get their praise and admiration. they do not know the other way of things. (Report) Reply

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