Treasure Island

Abdul Wahab


Emptiness


I have a problem
like unsettling sun

at noon
scorching red

over my emptiness
which never let me know

how to beg
door to door

rather gives me space
to introspect

what if
in this world

all the meanings
saturated

and all men equipped
with sufficient means

and filled
with knowledge

to the brim
I envisage

a scene where
people begging

to give
but there is none

With emptiness
Who can in-take,

at that time
the sun goes to set

and I feel
I am hugely blessed

Submitted: Monday, July 01, 2013
Edited: Wednesday, July 24, 2013

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