Abdul Wahab


***Lei


Lei (popular poetry, however, suggestions are invited)

Do not let me roll down on the dust
People will kick or pick me
You will lose your respect
Pull me up
Straight
I am the most eligible
To embellish you neck.

Whom you tie tight to a post
Slowly fading away
Getting rust
Let me roll
I shall never gather moss
I am the most worthy to be your necklace


Let me get the wind and light
The bud in me will bloom
Behold the glory
Weave me in a
Garland
I surely magnify your beauty
I am the most in the running to be your jewelry

The precious bird in your golden cage
Forgetting how to fly
Let me go far away
And high
The song
I learn
Must be chanted to enhance your hauteur
I am the most in line for singing your glamour.

Copyright @abdul wahab 4th November 2012

Submitted: Sunday, November 04, 2012

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