I Am Not Feeling Good Poem by Abdul Wahab

I am not feeling good
looking around

when you see
your friends and relatives

in a dilapidated condition
like a building

the pillars gone
some lost even bones

bent like bamboo
as if they had hit with storms

loose like sack
sack in their tight- less skin

once they might have
appearances like apples

or perhaps like grapes
now they are like currants

like you and me
once they might have hopes and dreams

some got a little bit
some lost everything

now they are ready to go
and when they will

who will member them
wind? mould of soil?

perhaps none
as they are going not to have

left any scratch
on the epidermis of the world

as a virus leaves
on your monitor screen
or have not stepped
with mighty weight

so that the surface
would contain marks of their foot steps

same is going to be
with my fate

if I come and go
without notice

why there was a need
to come here

what would have been?
what loss the world would face?

for just a little period of time
if I had not born

without notice
without meaning?