<≪≪≪ Fire Poem by Abdul Wahab

Sitting on a chair
you see huge black patches of clouds
Playing over your head
And it is looked like a rainy day
But no drops of rain
only tears falling down
and nobody is all around you
To see
That you are going to hide something
and trying to say few
Till date which remain untold about yourself
But who cares! !

O, my dear pain of neglect
come on sharp,
Do not waste time any more
Shedding tears
rather be my fire
and remain with me
Till the last
Whether it is in heaven or hell
It does not matter at all.