Language Poem by Abdul Wahab
Language
Ideas are expressed
Through the language
Language can not
Bread any ideas
Oh! Language be my obedient child
And flourish on the bed of my fertile land
Images brag the words
To paint the canvas
The words can not
Force the image to be born
Oh words come
And be on the side of me
When I am in front of the canvas
Take my hand and draw a picture
Of my mind
Logic is the bride
To be married with senses
Beautifully decorated by language
Born on the mind
A child of joy.
A poem on an unusual subject...it looks like an artist's invocation to the muse...yes, ideas are not dependent on language, which is but an apparel...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/18/2024 9:29:30 AM # 1.0.0.1119
a good concept with good round up