Meeting With Three Poem by Abdul Wahab

While I was walking on the roads
of Greece suddenly I came
across with the three
exquisite beauties
giggling,

talking
and weaving
very playfully but
they were very stern and
scornful with me and I was
very dishearten as they were not giving to me
and to my work any value whimsically
they put and knitted some fabric
for me, when I protested
they threaten to
give a cross
and cut
my

thread,
puzzled and
bewildered I rushed out
crying and shouting and call on
with some great poets and poetess on
the by lanes but they refused to listen my woes
madly I ran to some old and great
exponent of justice but they
too arbitrarily put
aside my
hard

work
and merit, they
gave a verdict in favour
of those three, too, broken heart I staggered
and delved in deep thought and
astonishingly found
that was my
destiny.