>≫Holy Witches Poem by Abdul Wahab

These witches are not letting me go
To sleep, to take rest for good
Weaving words into net
Nets into thoughts
Pure and green, holy like them
I rise up from my warm bed just before mid night
They are all calling me
To supply a glass of fresh water
To the world of thirst and hunger
A gust of wind with a bit extra oxygen
To the suffocated, breathless
Peace of mind to the world
Torn with mistrust, prejudice and jealousy
We all know darkness is the cause
So I was made to watch out
Till consciousness brings new light,
Till the arrival of new dawn.