My Childhood Poem by Abdul Wahab
My Childhood
The saga of a disaster childhood
Once upon a time I used to be a stupid
Without reason I used to be angry
Out of jealousy among friends
I used to create bitter animosity
And fell. Too, into a bloody bad habit
To believe who were unknown to me
Though I had a heart full of curiosity
But they were all direction-less
And I had craving changes, too
But I could not direct them towards success.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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