Love In Sale Poem by Abdul Wahab

I just wanted to go in
Deep and to be inhaled
But you thought
I am the air full of poison

When I wanted to exchange
The feel of fragrance
And the taste of smell
You thought
I am the flower, stale

I inhaled deep the whole bottle
Full of that poison air
Tasted the flavour of rejection
Exchanged the smell with that of cliff stones
Suddenly I see princes and merchants
Surround your flower in the seller market
Though I need that to offer to the alter of goddess
But for her still I can not purchase it
As She made me the real poor of the street