How I Bleed And Live! Poem by Abdul Wahab

Among words
Let silence live

As words are wastes
Silence is love

Let moon shine upon the tree
Though under it

Poverty dances like a crone
Yet the flowers are our dreams

And the leaves our lives
In this inhuman society

There are no ethics
No morality

Still the policy
might is right going on

as if the blood of poor and weak
is sweeter than the blood of anybody else

and I am puzzled
and more puzzled
when I see at philosophy
destiny is a joker

fate is a buffoon
here logic devours logic

no beauty
no truth

irony of the fact is that
here lies permanently only paradox

and in surprise I bewilder
in excitement I wonder

and I live …