Treasure Island

Abdul Wahab


My poems and sharing secrets with my little son


She gives me
back my poems

with a soft smile in her face
and apologetic eyes

so many words
creep in

you might think
she can not take the load

or she might think
that poetry will not work

if any one of them is
even half true

my life is dashed
I am ruined

As she is none but my wife
And you know

Poetry is my life
the joy and light of my heart

But the hope at last
Comes from my little son

He tells me
That his mom

When I am away
Secretly reads my all poems

Submitted: Thursday, May 23, 2013
Edited: Tuesday, September 10, 2013

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  • Lasoaphia Quxazs (5/24/2013 3:33:00 PM)

    You are doing very, very well. If someone loves you, they can see the good in your poems or anything you do. However, I found out that we write because we have to put into writing what is on our brain, so, nobody can criticize us, because they do not have the mind as us. Just keep on writing and who loves you, will see the beauty i n them, if not, they are lost, they are not with you anyway. (Report) Reply

  • Heather Wilkins (5/23/2013 6:50:00 AM)

    this is so sweet and endearing. She should be so proud of her poet husband. And I'm sure she is. She is reading your soul and sometimes this is a bit hard to understand. Beautifully written. (Report) Reply

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